Mange Poems - Poems about Mange

... I was paralyzed in thought, and standing all alone; Surrounded by darkness, everything was gone... With barely a glimpse, from the corner of my eye; I was travelling so fast as I passed myse......

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...Hanging hope on garden roses Licking love from silver spoons On the run in tundras frozen Throwing howls at the moon No true way to leave the castle Though you came here on your own ......

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...Though small in size you stood strong' and wise In your answer to him, of your intended demise! And that of our fair state.' In our great land.' For right here i recount of that old 'dingo dan' ......

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...I still have a splinter from fall. From climbing a tree that was tall. Seeing mittens or a scarf. Makes me want to barf. When winter makes an appearance. It should make sense. I just wi......

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...Had been sad state of affairs For all our pets no one cares; Like what would hunger feel Being squashed under a wheel Are always things which appall My poor pet nailed to the wall; Soft skin......

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...Sometimes it's hard to be me that i am aware, I just can't make my mind up how to have my hair. Sometimes it's hard to be me with things inside my head, I don't want to get dressed or even get out......

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... I feel like a polka dot stew! The kids all make fun, No matter what I do! My skin color, I can't change! It's not as if I have mange. My ancestors lived i......

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...Truly unruly was she, but he loved her. Changing the mange of a call girl might burn Jude. Barb accepted diamond bling-ring with a purr. This bombshell morsel, would trick him - he’d b......

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...like the gold ring embracing my finger yet cold and aloof, always more beautiful just beyond my sight than within it because illusion is impossibly perfect a space beyond tangibility and compassi......

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...I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, About modern centuries and glass cities, Tattooed Indians who are murdered too, For a handle of gold or green diamond, I write the greatness of Br......

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...Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion, It gives me full of pep, Yellows, walleye, salty, I will eat hot fries. Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion, Belgians, sweet flamingos, Walloon girls, redhead......

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...I've raised my dog from a pup, But now he looks so strange. He'll never be the same, Ever since he got the mange. I took him to the vet, To see what he could do. He prescribed him some pills,......

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...When you are living on the street depressed, lonely, hungry, and beat, begging coins for something to eat; you need more than a smile. People scoff and offer small-change labeling you ......

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...Comes the time when all things change -- The finely-groomed dog will get the mange A warm summer's day gives way to the storm Even the cloistered student flees the dorm! The moon goes......

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...mother carey’s chickens scream as they slide just above wave height following our creaming wake as we plough forwards on to night. there is a peculiar type of silence in that dark not dark out ......

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