Vinnie Poems - Poems about Vinnie

...She would measure the length of her "mini" by the showing of hairs - none to many she'd trim them to match her boyfriends moustache introduce it to friends as "young Vinnie" John G. Lawless ......

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...The North Pole was all abuzz as only Santa’s Workshop can get. They were whispering and pointing and throwing a gingerbread fit. Santa was choosing an aide for his awesome flight on Christmas Eve n......

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...WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS Tête-à-tête, lean in close my dear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Your dewdrop breath, so hot and near; whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Lo my cinnamon cheek he......

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...Meanwhile, at the secret clubhouse .... Detective John McClane: Anyone up for a game of poker? Dirty Harry: Feel lucky punk? Detective John McClane: Yippie Ki-Yay mother****** Di......

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...A poem re: sex. All I think about According to her. Just once in while, ultimately. It's not all about sex. I agree. But it is a part, yeah? With you it's all the time. So can we agree it's......

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...Section 2. This is where you saddle up, and battle back I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling About stuff that'll never happen Maybe I should be reverberating and throwing verbal attacks Rehe......

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...At the hour of death that final breath was like a gust of a mighty wind, it was full of sparkles like champagne, the bubbles released all demons and sorrows the body harbored in life, then a Quiet,......

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...Day of mourning for the music world the red bearded god is slain upon the stage his blood was spilt metal will never be the same a guitar genius the best there was his brother Vinnie sick wit......

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