Scrimps Poems - Poems about Scrimps

...How long will he labour? How long will he stand to wait at the harbour? Aged but still toiling, Weary components decry oiling, He rises early to a routine striving, He retires home, feet draggi......

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...The running man is drenched in sweat as she flies by in her Corvette, the music's loud, the bass turned high, he feels the thrum as she flies by. He winces at her green Corvette, she reaches f......

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