Wristed Poems - Poems about Wristed

...For those who lack conviction Aspirations stay but a mirage And for those crafting mountains from mole hills Detriment a deadly barrage Believers of strange eyes upon them Flaunt shame as a wris......

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...Oh how we value artifice; Indeed we'll bow and 'scrape' Upon a stage of the falsest rage We hang; on every word and break The props are real to viewers the plots we know by heart They’......

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...Cabbage grew ears in a silver basin. How rare! Wow! Exclusive is extremely experienced erotic erogenous errors but tremors can often be counted in the folding, unfolding and refolding of long heavy c......

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...It seems the Old West and America Are two of the many things we must save— All these changes are coming much too fast— Big John Wayne must be turning in his grave. They’ve done and made cowboys......

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...You can almost hear the funeral procession of leaves drifting lowly to earth, symphonic children’s laughter bounces off crispy tips rain completing its wash; lost wet clothes saturated with a da......

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