Linguist Poems - Poems about Linguist

To my platonic linguist Forget me, please, but I loved you, hmm, far memories Someone needed your help with a science, it is yours Yes, my platonic English linguist, I forgot you, loved you You are so selfish, but my life and love needed you; loved I needed to accept your soul, oh rich and egoist soul, my love English woman,...

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God is a linguist How he knows all mothers prayers Towards their children,otherwise?...

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Hiring A Linguist Point Trump tried to make we had missed, Learned more after having hired a linguist, To find out, What about; Trump apparently had been an abolitionist. Jim Horn...

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Heard A Linguist Heard a linguist on Brian Williams Show, (MSNBC) Who had proven what we wanted to know; With Trump associated; Had been humiliated; He has poor vocabulary and seems so slow. Jim Horn...

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Linguist at a beach dropping participle pants revealing diphthong...

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A cunning linguist is my Romeo, whose tongue has tasted ev’ry inch of me ravenously from head to toe and—Oh! in between—that I’m wet with ecstasy! With lips on breasts, he kisses my firm nipples first, then bites and nibbles on them like candy; now wet with excitement, my genitals beg for the strokes of his tongue to eat me. Supine, I spread...

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A ventriloquist there was named Monique Who could make all of her body parts speak Her right hand did British Her left handled Yiddish Down below she liked French and took Greek...

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The long glade rolls the lingering tongue ...

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Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am, if those folks only knew deep down I just don't give a damn, I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy Franklin notes, I am The Cunning Linguist spittin nifty antidotes, that cross you up the Hardaway and leave ya ankles broke, hot...

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Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am, if those folks only knew deep down I'm tellin them to scram, I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy Franklin notes, I am The Cunning Linguist spittin nifty antidotes, that cross you up the Hardaway and leave ya ankles broke, hot feces...

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People raise your glasses up as I propose a toast, for spittin thangs that do spit flame and grab ahold of folks, with 2 hands open wide and poised to grab and hold ya throat, this peanut butter flow is hard to swallow; hope you choke. I'm light years in the distance to a mental place I...

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David seems to have the knack Although he thinks he’s cursed With the gift of tongues He is exceedingly well versed No language is a hurdle To this fellows conversation He can get his point across To any man from any nation But when it comes to ladies Words are gibberish and random He is tongue tied and he’s speechless ‘cause he just can’t understand ‘em...

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Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am, if those folks only knew deep down I just don't give a d@mn, I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy Franklin notes, I am that cunning linguist spittin nifty antidotes, that cross you up the Hardaway and leave ya ankles broke, hot...

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In Baby’s Book we log Her latest word—it’s “dog”’ She calls us each by it… (I hope it doesn’t fit!)...

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In Baby’s Book we log Her latest word—it’s “dog”’ She calls us each by it… (I hope it doesn’t fit!)...

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