Toggles Poems - Poems about Toggles

...He had a duffel coat once, so did she. They must have looked well-matched walking in Regents Park that Autumn. In time the coat shop on Oxford Street died of old age. Duffel went out of sty......

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...Gone digital begun/beginning Networking with me-self Can't find a full-stop to stop What yer looking at fish-face??? Yer know since yesterday I can't find me thumbs falling feet first in-......

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...The Spaniel A Spaniel that uses its head Can tell when its owner’s unfed So instead of a duck That is down on its luck Will deliver a pizza instead The Affenpinscher (Affen)...

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...Boost the gleam and dazzle sibylline embers shine in the gnome jade spangled goddess sparkle It meshes cosmic toggles of golden clusters on the burning dusk of a phoenix's wings......

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...At 11,000 feet, open the door Right hand, left hand, hold onto the frame The skies spans forever, the wind does roar Right foot out, left hand to the strut of the plane Right hand next out, lef......

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...One eye opens quicker than the other, so cute, but who'll spearhead you home, me or the Neanderthal host? Party goers head for the exit. I seem to have sat down on a preset remote; your laugh ech......

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...Dear God everyone wants a title, But with carnal minds, it doesn't come easy As our faith is very little Mostly all we do is just to prattle, Yet our lives move shuttle-wise! When we reach a rou......

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...Weebles wobble but they do fall down. Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles, they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles; a ......

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...The excitement starts The second I wake up I have the biggest smile ever Today I am jumping Today I will fly My stomach has butterflies A tea and I’m ready to go To the skydiving hanger To ......

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...A king aged by years of toil and triumph, failure and tyranny His hair white and wispy, a crown of mist over a weary head His lips blue from the winter frost, no warmth remains The king who sits u......

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...Too elevated for sleeping I crave agape' pleasure Totally slipped up Down I go Tripping on dream steps Each one with its own Pleasure and pain But good pain Falling as in the season Into you deeper ......

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...On a dark dewy dampened night Stars sparkle above my campsite A thick brisk breeze blows through Toggles my tent nearly in two Hunched I stand to unzip me out Tent too cramped without a doub......

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