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She wants a tattoo but really
at my age and a nipple pierced,
what is she thinking.
She got out again last night
always running away oh to be free
What will she do this time
what will you wake up to , who with
he was mine, but now, you deal with it.
She is so young I can't blame her,
she will always escape from me.
I always take her back when
she is crying, split and torn in the dirt
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No, no I choose to be there I have freewill.
No-one would choose what you do.
But I want to live, oh yes to live.
But you're slowly killing me, just this
once won't you behave just once.
You go so fast I can't wrestle
you to the ground I can't stop you
you have gone already.. again already.
Gone but never forgotten hey
they never forget and I will see to it
that you don't either.
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You came of me, why hurt me so
Cause I can cause I can, you're scared
I have taken control of us.
I always get the upper hand
you know it's the truth.
We fight each other and argue
You will be the death of me yes I know
but I, will be the death of you.
Copyright © Shelly D. January 2004
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Poetry - Journeyman By Patrick Henry
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His learning class sank down the pits so deep as hell
Anyone expects from graft being a penance in the earth
To cut out coal black as mortal sin which burns
To fire steam force and make that world power work.
He lit out from there to war abroad: the tender flame
Of raw youth blown out close by where his chance survived..
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Poetry - Hangin' Around & The You and Me Poem
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By Jane Foster
In gangs we trawled the wet streets, alive with possibilities,
The smell of fresh rain and freedom in our noses.
How come they always say that we didn't have much,
When so much open space was ours?
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Poetry - Me and Jimbob, Lonesome Wail, and
Always that way By The Lazyswede
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Me & Jimbob out with the hound dog walking through them woods
Didn't see no sign of turkey all the time
Just a possum and a skunk
Then we heard a rustling in the pine trees
Thought our luck had changed
To our surprise before our eyes
A grizzly a running came ..
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Poetry - The Egotist By Cilla
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Tell me I'm great
Tell me I'm good
If you were a real friend
I'm sure that you would.
And why not be friends?
You're so good for me
But only when you tell
What I want to see ..
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Poetry - Equal Amongst Giants (Edinburgh Literature Festival) and Night Driving in American Werewolf Country.
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by Oz Hardwick
I paid my money, listened attentively,
clapped politely, filed out slowly,
stood (vaguely embarrassed), waited in line
with book at the ready to meet The Author.
I asked him to sign my favourite chapter,
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Poetry - Girls (for Rebecca and Ellen) and Pilot
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By Nigel Walker
Girls, girls
slow down !
I don't know what to write.
It will take one hundred hours
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just to say how I feel about
the sound of your feet on the stairs.
Each morning you are a fresh oyster prised.
The crash of tsunami. The prow of a hunting ship.
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Poetry - Thoroughly Post-Modern Millie & Conspiracy
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By Jane Foster
I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I'm having such a ball.
I've got 15 personas
But no-one loves them all..
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I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I've eaten all the men.
I swallowed all life gave me
And threw it up again.
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Poetry - The Seventies and Back Burner Men By Jane Foster
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The Seventies were great.
You could bounce on your space hopper.
It was OK to ask a girl
To come sit on your Chopper.
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A man had just walked on the moon.
The Beatles had just split.
Together they were beautiful
But separate they were shit.
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by Lee Cassanell
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I could not be more obvious,
It echoes from my eyes,
I'm always semi conscious,
I can't help telling lies.
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My father was a butcher,
My mother easy meat,
I strolled the streets of childhood,
With sandals on my feet.
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By Darren Sant
Excited young faces,
Stick thin legs and untied laces,
Breathlessly chasing the ball,
Youngsters large and small.
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Poetry - "Chemical Love" and "Digit-ull Shitty"
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By Rich Mills
I double dropped before I went in,
Being searched by the doorman put my head-in-a-spin.
I pays me money and am through the door,
Head starts to bob, soon drawn to the dance-floor.
Then through throbbing heart and a tribal beat,
Two pairs of dilated rolling eyes briefly meet.
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Poetry - A thing of dreams & The only mark I wear (for you)
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By Jason Karlson
Many a night a knight will rescue you
But that’s not me my love
I am his proud white stead below
Speed you from the darkness with
Love written across my flank
And every mile I run
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