Spark Plug Poems - Poems about Spark Plug

...Race Car The driver is one with the machine. Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning. A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road. Turn up the music and push the pedal to the floor. ......

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... If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D in bilingualarity "come walk with me"? Wallowing a dance a snake charmer fla......

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...The clock is always ticking Speedometer spinning along Wear and tear building up Traversing life looking to belong Easy to miss the exit signs The clock is always ticking Most of us dri......

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...Electrical spark, you are nothing without me! Brags arrogant spark plug, my cousin, Lee. Distributor gets mad and keeps current back. Cylinder gives spark plug a mighty ugly mean whack. Gasoline ......

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...*Image of Ladybugs by Pixabay. What's Bugging You a ladybug lands another land in the midst a breathtaking view hey there hey there ladybug come right here and let us hug i......

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...I crawl into a cave called myself. It’s dry and dusty, cobwebbed. So afraid to be, alone in the dark, “Who am I,” is my cry. Then Trixie’s best friend comes along,* like a cowgirl set out on a......

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...Patient was tarred by the new angle A warning signal Became the new rock and roll In this injury toll Spark plug Was whirling around down the mug With a smug How come? Those eyelashes b......

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...SHE LOVES NASCAR She loves NASCAR. I prefer Gaugin or Renoir but she loves NASCAR. It's a southern fascination as Dixie as Faulkner or sweet potato pie. I love NASCAR, ......

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...This old lady feels like a broken down car Many miles on her feet Joints need oiled, so they can move A new censor her memory is failing Has to have a spark plug to keep her heart ticking ......

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...Long Day at work He returns as a red-eyed wolf Quiet room and shiny desks His minds keep busy Eyes staring on wet pavements No more Fire Then I See You crow's feet landing on my eyes ......

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...the blogger is the wretched chicken laying an asteroid. the city dweller is the self identifying contagious forlorn. he strives for the praise. he strives for a masterpiece. h......

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...(What's on your mind?) Do I have to tell you? I was thinking about this dream I was holding it for a while but it visited me only When I'm drifting off to sleep But then I heard a shot being fired s......

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...Folks refer to grand times as “bees knees” But I am often bedeviled by bees I take one step out the door Approached by a flying hoard Stand motionless, so still, afraid to sneeze Bu......

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...I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may send in more than on......

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...I have a scooter made in Eighty six Which usually starts After four and ninety kicks To get detected its numerous snags I spend hours in a garage Yet its perfect health Eludes me like a mirage......

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