Pharmacology Poems - Poems about Pharmacology

...Ma lied to me about using credit cards she'd taken in my name, notices told the tale. I let them repossess my car to keep post-Uni plans for the Emerald Isle, which I liked to consider my hom......

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...From his mother’s womb One February afternoon and straight to the Situation Room Hunter Biden, we presume. His father, with his thoughtless clauses and pauses, Captured the most prestigious of o......

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...PORTFOLIO CAREER One could say I’ve had a portfolio career Starting off researching in pharmacology Slow solid progress, but make no apology But no drug found to save mankind, I fear I dalli......

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...In our phonetics class of tongue-tasking Students delight in pronunciation basking Musk is distinct against mosque… just checking And musk differs from mask; that’s so striking! With de......

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...Would the real “Matthew Scott Harris” please stand up! Yo...over here in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania all the other ones (that follow below)... them guys imposters I write – every ƒµ©**** one. ......

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...I don’t like to focus on pain, wanting to remain positive-- believing “rising tides lift, etc….” but sometimes pain will not listen to the host, receptors closed to meditation and prayer; ......

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...I, I don’t understand the book known as bible The book that is mostly common to many doors But the book that is not known and read by many souls The book that is carried by many But mostly it is......

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...Kentucky's late summer sunshine sunk deep into their skin as the boy rode on the back of his Grandfather's coppered horse, the tobacco harvest would begin soon, aromas of sweet leaf darkness we......

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... On the street, it is known as “angel dust” colloquially. It has a formal moniker in pharmacology. The name is rather long, but is abbreviated to “PCP” It was first synthesized as a dissociat......

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...My friend is in trouble and I Don't know what she needs She won't say in fact She hardly says anything That I haven't pulled out of her Like pulling a barge upstream In a dark and rancid sea S......

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...The Saga of dusty roads of Utah (To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski) = = There he was playing with some mild explosives, in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; ......

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