Talk Of The Town Poems - Poems about Talk Of The Town

Sticks and stones may break your bones But names can put you down I'd rather have broken bones Than be the talk of the town...

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It's Fall, and the night starts to creep up with stealthy footsteps. The sky is darkening and getting stormy. Lighting volleys down as thunder calls. Leaves have all curl and tall trees have swell from fear. Frankenstein's tea party is the talk of the town. The house and garden have been decked with string-out bulbs blinking...

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Luther Vandross recorded a song that says something like "We had the best love around... We were the talk of the town." I can't think of the last time a greatly famous and resilient love affair was the talk of even TinselTown; and certainly not New York,... maybe Paris? Hong Kong? Too Western commercialized, I fear; Shoot em up Mow em down I would love to see and...

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Here's the kid that took a **** in the urinel they picked on him and threw his books down in the hallway used to eat from the empty tray lunches gave him rides home from school kids told me I wasn't cool yet who are they anyway folks said he went off in the Army many years would pass having every reason...

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New York's the talk of the town. New York, New York. When you're passing through, you get a scenic veiw. Of the Statue Of Liberty. New York's celebrity host. They're the talk of the town. Manhattan's day, a queens souffle. A trip through Long Island. Hudson Bay along the way. New York, New York. If you say this twice. It's twice as nice. New York, New York.. New...

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people can tell my the smell and holiday bells that love is around its the Christmas sound santa walking up and down its the TALK OF THE TOWN...

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we are here and far people know our love begining to show its getting around we are the TALK OF THE TOWN...

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We keep to ourselves amidst a fight within We dream of dating Billy Joel's daughter then wake up alone again In silence we erect portals to honor the dead; Shattered fragments making mutations out of store bought bread, As Poe did having felt a funeral in his brain they complain; The Talk Of The Town... In Summer we make our amends...

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