Mugs Poems - Poems about Mugs

Mugs, Aoathy feeds them drugs, Shrugs. (1-6-1 syllables)....

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They arrived in rusted cars and ancient trucks slugged blue collar champagne from coffee mugs playing one eyed poker with calloused hands laughing like jackals -cussing like burning crabs. They solved all of the world's problems through unfiltered thoughts and whisky logic smoking swisher sweets while nodding heads agreeing that a godless world is better off dead. The...

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i pray... one day you run to me at the beginning of the rainbow--- wagging that curly tail, adoring me... once again and i shall...

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broken cup constant comments the tea tastes the same...

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There was a young girl named, Anheuser. Wouldn't heed, when folks would advise her! Her and Pabst, took a chance, had a whirlwind romance, and now they're both, sadder, Budweiser!...

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