Transplantation Poems - Poems about Transplantation

...Her full name was Labyrinthia Pennyweight Babineaux, but her closest friends called her Libby. She was of blended French, German, and Native American heritage. Her Great Great Grandparents were said ......

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...I am a son of a farmer, not a son of a queen. What will happen if we exchange our destiny? But frankly, I cannot imagine myself being a son of a queen, nor can I imagine you as a farm son. So, I will......

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...dusty india,sleepy india minimum india,lockdown india it's not celestial bodies are now stationary it's not a northpole southpole tunnel bisected earth it's the killer omnivirus,greatest medica......

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...I stood as though reborn on mounded dirt which seemed so moist it strangely could assuage the ache from my bowels howling from so much hurt! Would ground then be my cure or a mirage? Entic......

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...“They took the whole Cherokee nation Put us on this reservation Took away our ways of life The tomahawk and the bow and knife” From “Indian Reservation” by Paul Revere and the Raiders ......

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...I stood as though reborn on mounded dirt, which seemed so moist it strangely could assuage the ache from bowels that howled from so much hurt. Would ground then be my cure or a mirage? Enticed, I......

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...A wandering alien I meander in wonder Traversing the earth, sky and the sea. This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis While in continual circulation With all of her civility and merchandise And ap......

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...Talkin' Corneal-Transplantation Gratitude Whispering voices beseech me, through failing eyes unable to see, riding the clouds floating on a dream, my vision swept away in a frig......

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...I am not god...Not even an angel... To watch you walk away from my soul… As my heart will pretend not to care… Seeing you with another love… Where you and I am not told… I am wounded so deeply… ......

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...In town was a flea, a deadly hunter of lives. Leaving the tiny bushes, in other to graduate to other levels. It sought for the streets, to explore another kind of life. A gradual killer it wa......

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