Propane Poems - Poems about Propane

...The concept is crazy. It's entirely insane. Thanks for suggesting, but I will abstain. No way, I'll never do that. I'll drink rusty water from a wagon left in the rain, mixed with boiled ......

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...Time Wasted Looking at the news nowadays still has me in amazement, oh how fast love and kindness turned into hatred, it's so much easier and h......

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...walk the urban sprawl, where skyscrapers pierce the sky cities bleeding_assoc. carnival lights bloodshot dreams that flee, like squirrels unconfined biting frost of winter, within the tumul......

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...Ninety five degrees standing poolside on the wooden patio in the backyard orange Androsia print apron hugging my torso propane grill propelling fumes hot as a steamroom at a suana Tendered ......

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...A better place for you and for me We will discover it today My friend Because I want you to Know that I had kept The promise that I Had made to you And I will be your Best friend always No m......

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...A better place for you and for me We will discover it today My friend Because I want you to Know that I had kept The promise that I Had made to you And I will be your Best friend always No m......

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...The Police wrote a song called Roxanne, About a boy in love with a “woman of the town,” There are times when life’s circumstances, And the loneliness of isolation drag you down, When you’......

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...menthol cigarettes / messy journals / propane torches / unfinished poems / broken promises / black bandana / clock rings / thrift shops / candle wax / stolen books / peach nehi / ......

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...Imagine a standard barrel of crude oil – 42 gallons. The barrel unit of measure dates back to 1859 When Pennsylvania oil wells were first drilled And the wooden ‘tierce’ wine cask Holding 42 gall......

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...They seem skeptical at first. Some heard the words and called it's oritor a fool. He applauded the thought: and marveled at it's intent: but saw no profit it it's structure and devalued the need, ......

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...I wonder what is the cause of so much pain The pain that drives me a little more insane I worry if its the truth or just my brain Makes me worry if the world has a lot to gain As my dreams wash d......

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...At the heart of this art there’s a tartness that fits like a harness/ Put those pieces and bits together to finesse and furnish/ I’m breathing in the flesh here I go out of my mind in a flash/ I’m......

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...I haint donning royal carpet treatment No stuntman/woman showed up, albeit intervened in timely fashion to thwart mishaps experienced courtesy me I bemoan, and poet lore re: yet of Perkiomen......

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...I went to Uganda a number of years ago, to the Gulu District, way up north. Near where Joseph Kony and the LRA had been. We set up a clinic in a school that had been built on one of the ......

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...Dear commissar wherever you are? There's never been times I've felt so far That this place is like the deadest star, no orbit or purpose apart from travel Will it go supernova? which way will it un......

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