Long Germy Poems

The Ever Shifting Pattern of Life by
Terence David Cooper. June is wife's
name and they are Basildon,  Essex, 
England.

As children we learn lessons clear
Broadly defined lines we hold so dear
Constants to which we can easily...

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It's being used here for emphasis
denaturing and altering
the structure of germy surfaces.
Anti bacterium was created from
the need to both
clean and eliminate funk
and bacteria.
Vegetative Forms of bacteria can be
cleaned with alcohols. But have no affect on...

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Adamant Face
My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!”
My goodness, this house is a total disgrace"

So every Tuesday at quarter past 4:OO
each person...

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Germy-Squirmy Little Worm 
The most clever – yet so firm 
Plotting more scheme is what you yearn 
Schemes, snares, you're going for the fiery burn 
Ruining good apples with your germs! 
 
O Germy-Squirmy Little...

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The Lemon Wedge on the Rim of Your Glass

By Elton Camp

Exposure to germs isn’t always a blight
They make the immune system work right

In normal living, we get all that we need
But lemon wedges all good...

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Remember the old story about money making the world go around?
Not anymore!
Credit cards are a way of life now.
People have no idea what to do with cash money.
Dirty, hand exchanged money.
Ugh! Who wants that grubby...

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His healing power will heal you in times like this. If you believe all your problems and worries will be fix. Ventilators and Iv parasites your human form but our savior and creator will erase...

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There is a part of me,
an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay,
a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf
that some might call soul.

Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live
yet there are creatures
and they merge and...

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There is a part of me, an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay, a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf that some might call earth.

Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live, yet there are...

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How did you get here, little one?
You are such a contrast to these dead leaves and sticks
They are gray, tan, and ugly
You are a misfit in the world of the unseen.

You usually fit onto a...

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