Thunderbird Poems - Poems about Thunderbird

what's it for? speechless i will ask the bus driver on the number 24 drammach and heat magazine gupshup facejuice the office slurp my mum believes chris tarrant invented the choc ice on a stick "father, can i be of help?" "you go back to bed." slapnuts...

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he was unaware wolf which was disappointing never attempt to move or donkey punch the empire state building ten years of planning ten years of shrooms ended with puppets and strings like cave cheese and shreddies we were alone in the pool the lifeguard looked like satan's gumdrop layered like pie and like a puppet on a string junk socks and dutch rowboats i told reception it was my first...

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Thunderbird princess lives in her own truth Aware of her many assets, shining her light, Showing confidence and capability in all she does Her words wise, her counsel sought by others Revered and respected, a sky daughter of Apache...

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You could afford a refurbished pink bathroom yet you had a frayed t shirt you sapped your Bitter and had mechanical 70s Whispers like your clock building, But I'm interested in your mind I am quite listenable I want to share your Thunderbird wine and be sanguinely addressed by you...

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My sky friend knew the glistening wound would Prove fatal as my faith pulled Itself to the side of the highway to die Among that patch of diesel blooms and Pull tabs. He did not weep for me. He knew as I do...

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When a Ford Mustang and a T-Bird collided it created a mess for sure! When cops arrived on scene all that remained was a pile of feathers and a heap of manure!...

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She sits by the window for her morning crossword Coffee cup in hand struggling to find a buzzword The fresh air carries melodies so pleasantly heard Yet still she feels somewhat like a jailbird Is there anything more absurd Streaking by a Thunderbird Not the first time it’s now the third Conjuring memories easily deterred And can’t help but look sheepishly inward When gently...

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I have heard a myth, a rumor, A legend long ago told. About a mighty being eastward With arcing wings of gold. Its breath alone brewed fierce storms A shaken feather made thunder roar. And God have mercy on the soul Caught in her rage's downpour. I have heard this myth, this rumor, This story handed down. ...

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Oh my bird my awesome, you fly down the highway, all 8 cylinders pumping, oh how you make my blood boil, ripping wind through my hair, faster and faster we go, not seeing anyone we know ,oh to fast you go it is a wonderful feeling to know you are mine,...

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A Mustang and a Thunderbird tangled Both automobiles were badly mangled When the cops sorted it out There was seen strewn all about Horse manure and feathers when untangled Robert...

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