One Hundred Ninety Poems - Poems about One Hundred Ninety

...Once again, yours truly takes poetic license. Whenever the missus irks me or complains... I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin whereby......

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...Paterson, New Jersey December 1, 1957 Amidst the *****sapien species one anonymous baby birthed: I recount one little known piece of news which one young married couple did enthuse, profusely......

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...one hundred ninety six lasers not a simulation or stargazer recreation of the the same conditions as the sun what has begun: only to continue the saturated xray lasers the pulse of duration t......

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...Thankfully wife as helpmate available, when yours truly feels unswell her tender loving care can spell relief afflicted which she can hopefully quell but spouse of mine, he doth not aim to overse......

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...The United Shades of America One hundred ninety five countries of colors Blending into a thousand shades of US This united shades of America This rainbow of shades is US Its the way the world ......

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...B.C., seven hundred seventy-six was the date of the first Olympic picks. They held (these sportsmanship pioneers) Olympiads ev'ry four years The first Olympic race was for sprinters - Corubus,......

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...THIS CHEVY CAMARO, IS MORE THAN A DREAM. IT'S AMERICA'S FAVORITE MUSCLE MACHINE. IT'S NOT FOR THOSE FAINT OF HART. IT'S CREATED FOR THOSE WHO APPRECIATE ART. FROM COAST TO COAST, ACROSS T......

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...Written March 8th, 2016 Set fire to the rain Gasoline and symmetry Watch the flames rise over dewdrops Hear my horn part the sea On days with low visibility Mile horizons comfort m......

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...Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 43 Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing Who gets to curry pot with 100Bn The Eagle or the Cock gets to down bird with sling Are the waters re......

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...I shook my head Knew the day’d be messy Some poor sap Was marrying my Aunt Bessie She’d slept with half of Brooklyn Flaunting her exploits all through town The mayor, the banker, the deli clerk Even......

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