lorna-bradleyWhisper

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MustachesMustaches (so grand / and furry on their faces) / take men great places.
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The Rocket JeepClutch. Shift. First Gear, / My thoughts leave the atmosphere. / Clutch. Shift. Third Gear,
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poetry: non-fat dairy creamer + sugarSome things are just too strong to take / on their own. Like my coffee / harsh, bitter, and black, offensive
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Down the Basement StairsAs I slinked slowly down the basement stairs, / I heard a *slam!* and turned in fear. The door / was shut, to my surprise. I was alone,
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zookeepersthe sting your stubble left is still lingering on my lips, / like invisible mosquito bites that tickle more than itch, / as i wrap my arms around your neck, i ask:
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note like tanto i an kinda drynkMy poor friend Mike, he’s drunk again. Two beers / and he’s already texting me. “they playd / that songg u luv nd it reminded me
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something is something (or watch me pretend to be e e cummings while writing about poetry)in the beginning, it was just rhyme and scheme / nothing else meant something to me. / and nothing else could make me smile
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The Kindest ThingYou said I looked cute. / Shocked and flattered, I said thanks. / Then you walked away
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Greetings - A HaikuHello, ****** Hair. / I dig your impressive 'stache. / Never shave. Let's ***
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What's Left of Oz - A HaikuIt's been so long since / that witch and her tricks. Nothing / but old yellow bricks.
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