Wastepaper Basket Poems - Poems about Wastepaper Basket

...Doctor’s office The fern in the corner is plastic They couldn’t afford silk? There is nothing refreshing about it There is a candy jar The old guy has been up there six times I know because h......

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...The faded afterglow of a life passing through mid-age is also wrapped with an expected pattern of probable uncertainties. The moments that can ignite true spark, are not numerous, neither are those a......

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...A barrel of oink is a snout snaffling. Order of pig sect of oink. In a pink summersaulting cartwheeling ham chunk. Wee wee weeeee. Rolling. Hilltop. Hollybush road. Rhododendron. Raid bit trade. Road......

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...Pumped Reams of paper sit upon my desk accordioned untidily, dimpled where the cat stood or sat too long. The wastepaper basket was full of crumbled balls, reflecting the topography of the Nepali a......

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...The book lies open discarded notes framing the corner your room so quaint pictures hang askew! You carefully smile avoiding guarding You have learned to guard a wastepaper basket full of nothing......

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