Wad Poems - Poems about Wad

A Turquoise Noise Green is gift, I share. Hachoo noise made from the spray and flew through the air. Excuse, me! by Martin Braun July 2, 2023...

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The marriage It’s all his it’s all over for you He wants to be your He wants to pee for you Hell will be there for your digestive track Wants to be her as well He wants to pee for her There’s a log Some one is waiting He’s loving it His wife hates it Someone’s yelling She thinks to herself...

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TIGHT WAD Yer cannie, as cannie be. Nae sloutch, or frivolous, spend-thrift, ye. Whose coin, to feered to leave the purse, -in-case it’s ye’sd tae quench the thirst. O, the ither, who just stood ye one. Now sitting empty as a drouthy burn, as he waits on you to stand your turn. He taps his glass, he looks at you, A bead of sweat...

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Her heart was like the eye of a needle and I the thread. Stuck between two fingers, each time I'd get close. I'd veer too far left or too far right, never in-between. Nervous in motion A thin thread roped in ambition. Though I loved her deeply I couldn't get her to see. No matter how hard I'd try I...

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yer cannie as cannie be Na'e sloutch or frivolous spend-thrift ye Who's coins to feered to leave the purse In-case it's ye'sd tae quench the thirst O' the ither who's just stood ye one now sitting empty as a drouthy burn, as he waits on you ta'e stand yer turn. He taps his glass-he looks at you, a bead o' sweat runs doon...

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Why would we ever need a big wad? All we have to do is praise our God And always let Him take the lead We will end up with what we need. When I finally wake up everyday First thing I will do is always pray Hear birds sing with a beautiful voice Making me want to really rejoice. With God things are...

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stumbling upon a case of a christian minister or priest who took his sweet time to violate the innocence of one or several little kids who will never be able to wash themselves clean of the disease with which such a monster crept along the sewer floor with is like shooting fish in a barrel--- unraveling like an old rope, the...

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When later than dawn's first hour farmer finds she's turned milk sour with dance last night. She's Joan the Wad, piskie queen fair of skin and dressed in green mischievous sprite. The piskies are small, they say, no more than a mouse are they yet three feet tall. And with wand or amulet maid's heart for ye they will get as love is all. Kernewek pride in...

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