Scrunch Up Poems - Poems about Scrunch Up

...When you were born On the first of July I was so broken hearted I wished I could die 'Cause I'd made the choice To say goodbye Such a sad sounding word Still makes me cry I stood hour after......

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...I’ll whimper, cower and tremble under this chair I shall reside Because the storm’s angry rumble will make me quiver, shake and hide I will bury my head and whine at each thunderous sound it m......

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...smooth silky shiny seductive sassy wedding white or little girl dressy pink you are the star of the show at church you scrunch up in such lovely ways smiling through your creases......

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...I thought I had mama all to myself, but when we got home from the cuddly place where we had spent my first several hours, there were all kinds of weirdos grabbing at me. One of them is wearing the......

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...Some people like keeping up with the Joneses I do not know any Joneses who could keep up with me So I have elected to keep up with the gnomes How absurdly difficult could that task be? I like w......

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...Since the Garden of Eden and Cleopatra, snakes strike great fear in man I have it—ophidiophobia--- legless lizards equal repulsion Slithering, sliding as they move something about friction an......

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...You've crossed my mind many nights. Sometimes I just lay there, holding you tight in mind. Wandering your body with my hands. Filling my fingers with the skin I've dreamt so much about. The thing......

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...This naked paper glares at me Demanding ink to drink But all I see are vacant lines In my desperate attempt to think I need a word or maybe two To get my ideas flowing So I get a pen and star......

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...Night Whispers in my ear, promising sweet Dreams from another world. My eyes lidded With wonder of images that aren't complete. My consciousness blurs, I scrunch up my feet. Dream rea......

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...I open the milk to pour some in a tumbler Only to find it has turned so sour I scrunch up my nose in decided dishumour Finding the vile taste like an unwanted tumour I look at the white liquid as......

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