Mooch Poems - Poems about Mooch

...Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz ......

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...Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable Therefore karma caught up to me big time and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory (figurative speaking) by casting a spell, whereby the ......

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...I know a hag who begs for loot She is wheelchair bound like me too Her soft skills are fake, this ol' koot. I ask her to stop, do I seem rude? The staff tell her to stop this crap One dude in ......

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...The forest man He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake he planned to go there after his divorce with no demand on his time, life would be simpler first of all, he needed a dog, the one ......

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...Font Din Black so u real??? Warning! The following choppy, batty, dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, sketchy material prone to find the r......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......

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...Inextricably rooted with hair fixation As a lad in grade school, yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive, oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid, whose voice exhibited a severe nasal twan......

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...Though amply rested, I still yawn And feel energized after light exercise doth spawn break through viz mental impasse, where endeavor to coax germinating ideas to sprout about as successful ......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (closing in on the eighth anniversary of eighth orbit around mister sun), the following genuine sentiment Matth......

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...Introduction: once again I incorporate my trademark penchant to fabricate fictitiously portions of the following poetic endeavor can you care to discern fact from fiction? Attempts at life......

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...Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming... Thus spake Zarathustra necessitating donning layered clothing in tandem, especially trumpeting being with wise mind and economical exercising......

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...When the ripples unfold, a story untold; far, far away. In the brume of the cold, my humble abode: far, far away. From a birds-eye view, I watch as they mooch, Pirates they loot off my roots. ......

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...Leave me alone, I yelled to the kitten The almost adult one that stood on my head It’s four in the morning and where is it written That I should wake up when you wish to be fed Leave me alone, ......

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...Shooting stars or meteor shower? Smiling eyes or evil glower? Friendly smile or sinister plan? Deranged killer or family man? Blue waves lapping or cold grey sea? Sunshine sky or burning skin?......

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...Rays of moon are no longer a light To me, it reminds for what I was bright For me it feel the worst of all my banish At least my bars treat me well - not as me rubbish. How I went through the ......

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