Long Rared Poems

Blocking the Doorway Dolly
Demanded, "What boys are you
Going with?"  Damian Tried to
Be understanding. "Baby, just
Friends from School. Malcolm,
Shakespeare and Shannon."
She grabbed his hand "Damian
Rub my belly. This boy is 
Doing somersaults in me."
"Don't go."...

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Damian and Dolly met at the small Park 
A mile away from her and Molly's apartment.
They were touching loving kissing and a bit of
Caressing.  It was intoxicating.  To much
For a Park bench. ...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of  tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying  spasmodic, a sparsely...

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Lying in a dark damp corner of the world
Trying to find warmth in this place cold
With not even the strength to lift my head
To the passing people, I look dead

I wasn't always like this, I...

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Your words were hurting
Provoking and mean
More of torture than loving,
So I thought as a teen.
The rod of admonition you never spared,
Consistent though I was rebellious.
In the raw word I was rared,
Though hard and strenous.
Now shall...

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Woke at five and heard the rain sprinkle, 
so I crawled back in for a good morning sleeper. 
All that stIrred was the fan beside the bed as
I turned it off and curled to stir...

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