Sebaceous Poems - Poems about Sebaceous

...Parasites there is a tiny mite that lives on our face but does not bite it is a species of arachnid that’s so small it’s outta’ sight it bores in to our pores and only comes out at night it......

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...Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum With a title deeply rooted in subject matter iterated above invariably makes for hair raising poem, though I immed......

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...Growing my hair down below my knees... stimulated courtesy follicles, where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed, Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils allowed, enabled, and provided head start germinating pe......

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...Pale moon in the sky have you lost your way? For your realm is night, not the bright of day. Your face is white, are you sick, not OK? Your healthy skin brown tanned - hides your pocked hinterland......

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...How long is a short time, a hairs breadth above never Seen within one eye blink, the lash will move forever Perception throws curveball's, upon prismatic minds Yet outside double slits, life-for......

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...[bard1] To wit, sans pearl, mere grit and sand, an irritant, sebaceous cyst, expressive as a mongrel’s gland, self-seeking randy churlish tryst! [bard2] Eccentric heel’s ethos raised grand, ......

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...Always Will Wonder What If I always had wondered what if, When we were to take a whiff, Of who; Maybe you; Can cruddy smell nock us over cliff. Jim Horn Have Been Told By Bernie What ......

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...With color names I get the gist; Pink colors are for girls like, “Mist”. But what about the men? Every now and then Pink could be “Sebaceous Cyst”.......

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...HYPERGRAPHIA -- "STARECASES" twisted as wrought iron spiraling down surveying top gears stark dark regalia holdhigh on tight here comes another maniacal express spinning HYPERGRA......

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...Alice plummets down the hole, a fallin’ to no end, She mumbles to herself these words, for she’s without a friend: >>Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats? Do bats eat cats?<< Words which cycle th......

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...Each poem must have a purpose; Each verb, each certain noun, fawning adjective, needs a place, a form, a hole, to fit. Purple is not a word for a poem, it has no place. "No rhyme?" say cat/rat/......

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...This old heart of mine meets quitting time, cringes in a cage with no way out; concurrence with occurrence of spurs jabbed in the muscle, bright pain shines a sacristy of black light shreds. ......

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