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Premium Member Barking Up the Wrong Tree
... “Barking Up the Wrong Tree” ghost gums shed their bark the min-min makes good use of it papyrus, soft enough to imprint and write thoughts, like the ripening welt......

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Categories: shotgunned, morning, muse, nature, night,
Form: Free verse
Its the Best
...he was pouring at the happening and usually there is a fair amount of disdain for the enthusiasts who like to sidle up to sample the snacks, libations and what have you goodies. he was a wisp of......

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Categories: shotgunned, innocence,
Form: Narrative



Premium Member Hunters
...Hunters so wary, Rosco and Larry, Killed them a kitten-like Wendigo fairy. Down went Leviathan Small as a Guppy Three-headed hellhound As sweet as a puppy. Out on safari Rosco and Larry......

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Categories: shotgunned, animal, murder, nature, nursery
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Word Toccata In a Major
...Word Toccata in A Major Jaundiced ’53 Cadillac in my sweetheart’s carport. She leaves the hole keys inside the empty fish bowl. Hidden in her trunk are a set of golf clubs with knife wounds; H......

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Categories: shotgunned, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Holbert
...Holbert Brogans and overalls by Lee; Making cotton baskets ‘neath a white oak tree. A grandfather I never really knew that smoked Prince Albert; it was tried and true. Went by the name Hol......

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Categories: shotgunned, america, beautiful, character, family,
Form: Rhyme



My Dad As Blue Winged Teal
...My Dad as Blue Winged Teal Life support had made him fetal, feeding on O2 hissed through tangled tubes. I signed my name and click, he gasped, folding like a shotgunned duck. ......

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Categories: shotgunned, bereavement,
Form: Lyric
Just a Toking
...WELL ME AND BOYS WE’RE SITTING AROUND THE FIRE, AS ALL GOOD GEORGIA BOYS DO. WE WERE DRINKING AND LAUGHING AND CUTTING THE FOOL, AND COOKING SOME GOOD OLD BRUNSWICK STEW. WELL THE NEXT THING I KN......

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Categories: shotgunned, body,
Form: I do not know?
Garden of Evil
...don't wanna live in her garden of evil...don't wanna make love in her lies drawn to darkness driven to destruction doomed to death... drowning in the whirlpool in the middle of her thighs... she......

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Categories: shotgunned, loveme, evil, garden, me,
Form: Rhyme

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