Scrub Poems - Poems about Scrub

All things that scrub the ground like an old musty couch I saw you there seated with my very abusive ex husband wearing my under garments wrapped around your head I wondered just what you were as red cloud rolled in over USF you plotted my mort seated with my abusive ex husband very abusive...

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When fishing is slow, there is time to think, or I go for a walk, kneel down for a drink, take note of the trees, the vines or a shrub, exhibiting berries in - West Gippsland scrub. Some of these berries I read I can eat. The author’s description is juicy and sweet, and quite edible if shove turns to push, the...

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Vanilla Honey Sugar Scrub Aromatherapy of smelling vanilla honey sugar scrub is so relaxing! I picked up on when I got my toenails done at Classy Nails Then I saw me some at Wal-Mart and grabbed it By the way do many use a bar of soap nowadays? I like Irish Spring It makes me want to sing in the shower But...

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The clouds an oil painting sponge, Non forgiving rain falls from the sky. Raging streams turn into angry rivers: Shhhhhhhing through the forest scrub. While the quiet ones just trickle by. Swollen lake, it's just the beginning! Inviting the single drops to the ground, The cheering water jumps up from the lake, Joyful to be added to the...

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I don't want anything You can take everything So I can be free of You I am not going to do anything any more Especially anything You say So You can fluff it, snuff it, or shove it I have nothing to say to You Why people think I care when I actually don't care? What a joke What a blubber Now just leave...

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