Pawnbroker Poems - Poems about Pawnbroker

...At the crack of dawn on a street blanketed with snow, The shotgun pellets crater my chest, back and thighs, Thickly the hot metals drove in, each like a harum-scarum driver, Sputtering my flesh an......

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...My neighbourhood had a Pawnshop, where people brought their treasures. When Lady Luck wasn't smiling, And they were running out of pleasures. The merchandise was varied one of everything, Ca......

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...Cardboard covered the holes in his shoes No money but he knew the rent was due His wife had just given birth She should be the happiest woman on earth So he would do whatever he had to do. To......

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...Jazz Horn Now put your left foot forward. Next put your right foot ahead. See how that works? See how the workings of these two appendages Facilitates the outcome Of one continuous forward motion To......

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..."Sir" want me to call something -- A name? Well call then what you can. Am I worth naming "sir" !! call any name. My mother said, I was blesses by rain water through our thetchet roof first d......

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