Wowie Poems - Poems about Wowie

...Her big-boned spirit was a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome, threaded through with engine oil. Her home was a rickety refuge for wayward cats. Upon her tangled porch poems grew in small......

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... Always Prepared Ready Freddy The Untamed Feral Ferril What’s in Frankie’s Pockets? Frankie’s hankies Patriotic Guy Yankee Frankie Of the highest Quality Fraser’s ra......

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...It was late Christmas Eve When awakened by a noise I was hoping it was Santa With a hefty bag of toys Peeking from my bedroom Caught a vision really wild Santa covered all in tinsel And gigg......

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...She was big-boned. Her spirit a fine-spun sprouting of prairie brome threaded through moss and engine block. Her home was a pine and beatboard camp for wayward cats. She would discourse from he......

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