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Chris Bowen Poem
ottoman empire
soldier fight your fighting style
with knife,with flintlock
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sway armenian horde
your master,the ottaman
passes through your door
i wrote this to mark the anniversay of the ottaman/armenian war of 1915,today is the
marked anniversary.i believe this would be the view of maybe a young,swaggering ottaman
officer.
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ottaman empire
armenian genocide
with pride,tradition
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the soul of the ship
was lost in the sea of hell
and was so blackbeard
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the knife,as it cuts
spills guts,who share their secrets
living in someone
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how do they know that
the grass is always greener
on the other side?
if my head wasnt
screwed on i would forget where
i put it myself
whats so hard about
eating a vegatable?
of course,the wheelchair
my mom always said
theres no use crying over
spilled milk but who knows?
the advice was this
the early bird gets the worm
thats an incentive?
turn the other cheek
if somebody strikes at you
and get hit there too!!!
if you love something
set it free,if it comes back
you look great naked
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love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here,forever.to
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is soft and
complete with tune,loves a sand dune and i lack a broom.some soon rather than later,i,the
mouth of an alligator.
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a baby dying
in his mother he finds death
no blue cloud,no dog
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socratese,plato
philosopher's of ancients
pre-religious ruse
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grief is summer rights
twelve and sexy to grandad
the beat of hearts when
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