Moter Poems - Poems about Moter

...Finally,the only word that could define her on her face she had no make up but those disgusting bruises with each bruise competing to give its story the one on the left cheek,shouted than that rig......

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...Walking from the horrid old motel, and out into the smaze, a suffocating day, worsened now, by a mocktail shade of smog in mockumentary proportions, she flounders in a fog. Too dazed by crazy......

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...He last had a pal in the 7th grade, They shared a class from the 1st grade. And together, for Home Economics, they were always late. But the seventh grade showed up, in its claws it held their u......

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...Today is Easter and how pray tell; Did that chocolate rabbit hatch an egg? Not only that I say but his dropings are multi colored; And it taste like candy. There's little chance for a picnic at......

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