Spackling Poems - Poems about Spackling

...streams of mud we played in shallow streams of muck where there was no black, no white we were all mud-packed kids crusty-skinned little boys who knew the sludge would wash away when ......

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...Just over the next mountain I journey past the horizon of my history- going past that which I have known where knowledge lies in the next sudden sunrise to follow the next bright illuminating mom......

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..."FRIDAY" the best day among all days. What could this be? Wow! Never in my life have i seen such. What Could this be? An illusion or what? Ahh!!! Th......

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