Kinging Poems - Poems about Kinging

...Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots. Put tog......

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...This is just the start we’ve been clamoring for A time we can come out to share our thoughts and words into tune with rhythm This is the time we can have our voice into mic and everyone will thin......

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...STILL KICKING I've got this smile on my face, tears rolling down my check, but I ant apologetic about it, not bluffing though I hear buzzing sounds, being very busy I remain unhinge, can't be kn......

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...Mirror Smoke This is one of those miserably sodden days of sinus congestion Forcing my writing soul back against the wall to unleash itself to speak out against senseless multiplication In that......

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