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 I read a novel Instead of sitting next to my mute father His voice taken by cancer. Did I not want to think of his demise? He wouldn’t die b... [read more] |
 POTUS PART TWO Thinks he’s got dirt On Mr Black Pope Blacks dead And your A vegetable In the head Paedophile too And most of the rest... [read more] |
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POTUS you know your screwed FLOTUS too No great loss Says my boss Your a thief Murderer And a fraud And you think You can... [read more] |
 I have grown old loving you. Springtime took the heart of Autumn and miles hold fast the years. [read more] |
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Mists hold silent those distant hills, as dew hangs trinkets upon newly woken grass. Bright-eyed daisies flatten themselves beneath my tread... [read more] |
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March winds puff out their cheeks blow upon the sharpened green of branches, newly dressed. Late awakened boughs clash boney arms, a skeleta... [read more] |
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Big fights between 16ft high ET’s Could snap in half Anyone from the UFC Stormtroopers selling merchandise putting on shows Your gonn... [read more] |