Long Little toe Poems

Why do we always get a huge spot
On the end of our nose before a date
And the we turn up much too late
Why do things always break down in three's
And get sea sick on the...

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In the house it is dry and warm, but in the fields snowflakes fall and form.
The winter air, wet and cold, on cotton stalks they find a hold.
They play together, white on black, clinging in...

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DEAR SANTA I HAVE BEEN REALLY GOOD THIS YOU SEE.
PLEASE THIS YEAR I ONLY WANT ONE GIFT FOR ME.
I DONT WANT GAMES,CLOTHES,OR EVEN A TOY.
IF YOU GIVE ME THIS ONE GIFT OH HOW I'LL JUMP...

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(Papa’s got ‘is gun on you) 

When I was young my ma said ta me
“yer gonna meet a man an’ be his bride”
Now whoever thought that YOU would be
So lucky as to be my pride?

Gimme...

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Two ladies brought a dog home from the vet,
And told their Lucy mouse he was her pet.
The dog dragged food on floors throughout the house,
But did not see dear tiny Lucy mouse,
Who watched the dog...

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every time i hear music, no matter where i go, 
my feet start on moving, 
and i wiggle my little toe, 

i dance down the street, 
even if there is no music around, 
and all...

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As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me 

When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding...

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"How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?"
—Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Which moron invented the term joy-riding
tell me... where is...

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I Came To the Medina
Looking for my Palestina
Baby my Baby 
Where are you?
Still under the rubbles?
Still alive my Diva 
Oh my Devina!

The Highways robbers,
The snitch, the pimps of the Dollar, 
And of the Shekel,
Still abusing...

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It's not a nice word...but sometimes I do say 
The F bomb word...when I get carried away 
I said it this morning...when I hit my left thumb 
Smashed with a hammer...throbbing and numb
 
Before that,...

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Reverie
Could this be my destiny ?

Saturday in my porcelain womb,
Enfolded in the arms of Mother Nature’s embryonic fluid.

That state - in-between – just before one leaves
consciousness in order to arrive , into the subconscious.
That place...

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Reverie
Saturday in the arms of Mother Nature

That state – in between – just before one leaves consciousness
in order to cross the threshold into that world of the subconscious
That place between semi wakefulness and the land...

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I’ve kissed you in the northern states;
I’ve kissed you way down south;
I’ve kissed you with my moist, warm lips
and with an opened mouth.

I’ve kissed you on the ear lobe;
I’ve kissed your little toe;
I’ve kissed you...

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I walk in and there are empty bottles all over the floor

The smell of cheap perfume I’ve never worn before

He’s taking a shower in the middle of the day

Probably washing her smelly stench away

He thinks...

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My love is now to sow
His seed inside me
I feel it , I hear it , it is to grow
I feed it and I feel it , inside me
My other me shot with his bow
An...

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Stubbing a toe hurts like hell
Count to ten or curse and yell
Never to learn, walking in bare feet
When suddenly brick pillar my foot did meet.

Limping, near crying I hobble indoors
My stupidity again put me in...

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When my little toe is stumbled
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