Mib Poems - Poems about Mib

...In a bustling market, her presence known, A fish monger, with strength she had sown. Her hands were weathered, calloused, and strong, She labored all day, where she belonged. Amidst the fishy s......

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...This Year’s Champion It’s the last of the snow Spring finally arrived Time to get ready for battle Time to get my little hands On my bag of marbles Way up there since winter Abandoned on my......

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...It’s the last of the snow Spring finally arrived Time to get ready for battle Time to get my little hands On my bag of marbles Way up there since winter Abandoned on my bookshelf A droopy, li......

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...11. They came to devour and sin. I was briefed by a cornucopia of beings: From Torchwood, ARGUS, SHIELD and their kin; The Talamasca, The Shop and MiB Greens; A BPRD agent who was burning in Hell......

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