Long Mits Poems

What a fella what a lovely fella happened their way
What a generous fella to kindly offer all these gifts and his services for free
He was of the mind to give them some of his grub
But...

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Brandin

I's jist gots back frum Y-OM_UN
An wents ta sees ma son un 'is wife
Thay war waitin fur a call ta goes helps a frien
An thays jist throwed me un.

Ut war un tha Kansas plains
Un thay...

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When i was just a young boy,my sister i did go see,
She had married a fisherman,they lived of the sea.
Every morning at four A.M ,he would be up and out the door,
Heading for that fishing...

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Hating it..hating it
I Hate to admit it.....Hating to admit it........ but no one gives a shit....they were right....late at night .... sucking on mounds and mits
So when I spit on that shit ......... I gotta....I...

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One tiny finger poking through the hole in her
     happy kitten mitten
touching window frosting chill
    delicate fragile fingertip
aching for the warmth
       ...

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excuse me
there is no
need to brush
the dust off of
that stone for it

will be among
other things
thrown in
the bin
since

they have been here
before and before
your and my
opinion as
to their

beginnings
but it's not
quite like
piecing
pieces

together whether
the weather per
mits and with
or against
me...

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As the days grow shorter, and darkness fills the sky.
The chill in the night air, brings tears to the eyes.
You shiver and shake, from your head to your toes,
No matter what you do , you...

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We'd leave just after breakfast
play hard all day
there were no cell phones or play dates
we simply gathered up the mates
took off down the monkey trail
ran wild in the thistle fields
chased flyballs on the diamond
collected pop...

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Feeble, a word not often used 
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails 
and...

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Little child, meek and mild,
cherub form, sweetest smile.
Small fingers, tiny toes,
eyes wide in awe-filled glow,
and one cute, button nose.

Little child, meek and mild,
bear onesie, matching mits.
Oh my babe, tender kin,
my sweet, angelic thing,
with soft hands,...

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Distinct and upright for maturity to be in diaper
Eyes replacing lips, saying words more than that of a rapper
Mouth closes itself, only to open and speak when proper
Emits that sense of certainty that he will...

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Revolution is knocking at the garden gate
With pitchforks and spoons to guard against fate
The people drench me with milk and holy water
And stare at me as if i slept with their daughter
I stand in white...

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