Lefty Poems - Poems about Lefty

In bright red paint, beneath my feet, Was a declaration, short and sweet: Nina Loves Lefty! but with a heart Instead of “Loves,” so, urban art. That’s how graffiti used to be, Touting one’s identity Or that of someone much adored Without a message untoward. ...

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A different land exists somewhere, Where lefties are the norm. The lefty side considered there, Is standard for the form. Lets say, someone, you go to meet, And then extend a hand. But it’s the left, you’ll use to greet, In all the lefty land. A lefty golfer’s shopping dream, For clubs would be abound. Or you could fit a baseball team, Where lefty gloves are...

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Lefty Louie was screwy His stinky bum went blewy Like a peeled onion Was a ripe bunion Terminus Fungus was he...

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Lefty was a well known thug and criminal. His reputation didn't do him any justice. Because he was much worse than that. He would rob or kill,depended on his mood. Nobody messed with Lefty, all feared him. Everything changed when he came across, His protege , lil Lefty. Lil Lefty shot him dead in cold blood. The old saying is true " If...

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I’m a southpaw, one of those left-handed, upside down, have to curl my arm to write, backwards individuals, liv’in-the-left-life in a right-handed world. Think It’s easy, e.g., being a leftie? Think again... we’re out of place at dinners, have to master backwards scissors, built specifically for righties and we are forced to learn everything, in reverse. We wear permanent spiral wire imprints on our left arm from trying...

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never knew you would dig my every haiku but you do even more i love you you read another then you read the other we relate like sister and brother we enjoy our downtime like father and mother oh my oh boy you read a few poems of mine with such joy at first i thought it was a ploy motivation from you i now employ never...

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Once was a man named lefty Louie Tried robbing corner store Oh phooey Little did he come know Ten sensei's Ready go Here there nothing felt but Ka Pooey's Tribute To Marshall Arts...

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. In a way, all countries, states or nations can be classified by traffic motions that are observed in every two-way street where lanes for left and right must never meet: nations that use the right...

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sometimes i want to write but my hand cramps up so i switch hands now my right hand does not like my left because he does not know how to use chopsticks properly. old lefty does not seem able to be articulate at first either. being referred to as the cleft left. a place where q's...

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In a way, all countries, states and nations can be classified by traffic motions that are observed in every two-way street, where lanes for left and right must never meet, nations that use the right side of the road, and those preferring left for moving load; drivers lefty and...

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