Overwriting Poems - Poems about Overwriting

...I worry for the child every night, And every night brings forth another fright. I worry for the child in every way everyday, “Do not stumble, don't get hurt”, always I would pray. It's harsh, t......

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...Piecing it together for a second time the result was not the same The years had altered the way each piece fit a strange familiar game Instinct overwriting what memory lost the picture st......

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...I use make-believe overwriting memory to bring me some peace The fiction I’ve weaved you’re at the store - you wouldn’t leave is a fool’s relief So I take mine neat sweet opiate of self-de......

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...Standing up for the kids standing up to sleep in overbearing heat clothes damp from their pee, God made night separate from day, but with lights bright all night as well as all day, the children lose......

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...bohemian rhapsody parades amidst greensward moored erupting profusely toward cerulean skies ushered with invisible rip cord this Earthling self assigned to an (elder) box office c......

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...Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness, Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and ......

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...Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness, Begin calling to all goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and ......

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...Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh Halloween’s Evil Visage Cometh now alive in this famous predestined time Where dubious shadow shades run a riot as the ghastly ghosts of darkness, Begin calling to......

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...This pen is cracked and broken but luckily it still writes. The ink is almost at an end low, down in the point, barely visible. Did you ever use a pen to its very end from start to finish, t......

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...Just when the quick peruse Turns obtuse Thereby roundly refused That noose for an excuse We made the day quake with paper Gracious allowance By overwriting the undercurrent Betting down for stamps i......

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