Tuff Poems - Poems about Tuff

I'd got out the hammer, the hatchet and pliers To attack the package of plastic and wires. But the fix was so tricky, The stickum so sticky, I'd not even scratched it when I set it on fire!...

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TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981 PART 2 So we bring ‘Kaya’ now, is this love? Get up stand up, could you be loved. Liberation in Zimbabwe, we are yet to see this. This bad card, can easily yield war. Because these ‘crazy baldheads’, are still running amok. So we best plot our exodus, assured by the three little birds. Iron lion zion, one drop one drop. The deputy ran...

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TUFF GONG-IAN MUNYWE FEB 06 1945-MAY 11 1981 PART 1 Jammin jammin jammin, jam on rightful king. In the lounges of Zion, with your childhood ally. Peter Tosh together rocking steady. Rock on as it were in Trench town. Robert Nesta Marley, the stone that the builder refused. Reggae`s undisputed cornerstone, you adviced judge not. That we check out, the real situation. And that one love, should emit positive vibration. Africa unite, smile...

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Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet drinking a mocha late, but when that old spider sat down beside her she pulled out her Mace and let spray! That arachnid took flight to her great delight having learned his lesson in spades. Miss Muffet was tough not made of fluff her skills on defense made the grade. Now this...

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I was hoping to give you a Cheddar life But it was never Gouda 'nough Mozzarella I could never cheese you But being provolone, it's tough...

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All the fluids in the atmosphere, that were in here were revealed. Now there's a place not to far from here, where everything is whole & pure & life its self is peace filled. I live in a magic show, where things come & go & people fail you but love still grows. My story doesn't tell me lies...

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I am feeling stressed, trying not to get depressed, and striving to do my best, never good enough, this life sometimes, is so tough, as I walk away and huff....

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