Pe Poems - Poems about Pe

I once had a PE teacher from Lille, who cruelly knew how to make me feel like the sweaty, old rag stuffed in her scuffed gym bag to hide her cigs and butt plug of steel....

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Undeva departe Emo?iile ?i-au facut adapost Afara ploua ?i e frig.. Ele, tremura, sperând la un anotimp mai bun Înainte de pisc, au fost îndrumate de un calugar El le-a urnit din loc ?i le-a dat direc?ia spre Vârful Exprimarii Dar când au ajuns acolo, le-a parasit cum s-a înnoptat Iar ele înca se întreaba daca e pentru ca a ajuns sa...

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Be like flowers ...

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What is PE? I ask the seven-year-old A place where people get hurt. I yell HURT! This pleases him. He has now gone from sad to “cannot stop smiling”. Yeah, if they are bleeding or anything, they go to PE.” This seems a bit backwards, but it is his tale to tell. Has anyone ever been bleeding there? Not yet, he says...

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Contrary to what has been spoken. Mythdiltra who is a strange Goddess of the other places. Was deemed a whore who chored and labored to shame The Great Zagreus. She hired Spontonaious to train Glima Nuba; Yacy and Trice to defeat The Great Zagreus. But Hermes and Valhalla allied to force The Great Zagreus into...

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Pariksha Pe Charcha Pariksha Pe Charcha When the session ends A student wends Shows a lot of determination To prepare for one’s examination We all feel stressed And everything seems messed There’s no time to waste As we are being raced Then just before our exam ‘Pariksha Pe Charcha’, by our Prime Minister came to rescue Taught us there’s no need to cram Just find what...

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I'm over it I'm giving up I don't have to do it Yet you force me to like I'm a chump I avoid it like an illness You let it go But today is the day You took it no more You didn't yell Yet you exchanged insults You hurt my feelings That was the result You called me a girl You called me a clown And if this...

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He hung out alone in his room most of the time with his door locked,quiet. He had a name. A short and simple one, that nobody could remember. Maybe it was Ken, or Tom - something like that. Yeah, the boy everybody made fun of beacuse his Mummy had stiched his name onto the back of his PE bag. Not...

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