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Inhaler Poems - Poems about Inhaler


Premium Member her inhaler is not automatic
There is snow on her coat, her ****, and her eyelashes She has run up the hill in spurts and weird little dashes Her breathing is labored, she remembers now she is an asthmatic Her inhaler is where? Too bad carrying it with her is not automatic...

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Categories: inhaler, sick,
Form: Rhyme
Home of Three Diseases
A body housing three diseases With three more as the visiting ones: Enjoy he does just brief releases, On some days obliged to laugh but once... A rough fate acting as it pleases; Each time he dumped his drugs worse than dunce Cimetidine that Ulcer eases Or else a body hit on each ounce Inhaler against the longest wheezes; No Ciproxin, Salmonella pounce......

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Categories: inhaler, courage, cry, death, fear,
Form: Rhyme



Ventolin Inhaler Or Christ
For more than forty years my pistol And - trust - me - in the dark like a pistol, Sadly competing with my loved Christ, Mostly after quaffed Stout cruelly iced! Years back wore the look of Machine gun, When it stopped ripe deaths from crazy fun: The times I’d dared wrestle with Rothmans Also with Menthols raunchy romance; Once...

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Categories: inhaler, christian, cry, death, health,
Form: Rhyme
Catarrh
Meanest Bouncer of visiting oxygen Like a scarf of coarsest jean, Ever keeping it and the nostrils at arm’s length, Displaying its suffocating strength. Oxygen keeps loitering at the fringes of the nasal chambers, For as long as Septembers are from Decembers: Kind of dreading an entry into them, To the sufferer causing a paradise of problem. Catchers, like a cross, hold their...

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Categories: inhaler, drug, health, recovery from,
Form: Rhyme
Asthma
Asthma A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air, The shortest of unsure breaths drawing, The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing; A judging of the whole affair unfair. My trachea thinking of its resignation letter, Worsening the picture of Seeker of the Better; My two lungs scheming to lock up their shop, Evidently not touched that a life might drop! A straight cash...

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Categories: inhaler, death, sick,
Form: Rhyme




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