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"bobbins" poems
I think I must be a tarnished bobbin or a spool, Or something you think you can reel in Like a golden thread or a worn leash. My answers may not wrap around your little ego the way you would like them to. But sometimes bobbins and spools need to unwind too.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
I Must be a Bobbin
He lived next door but one to us and chased me down the entry. We went to school and played our tricks. We worked at weaving, wenched and fished. Listened to the deadly yarn the friendly sergeant spun. Signed us up, lined up like bobbins, waiting for our places in the sun. Willie shared a *** with me before the whistle blew. We had a packet left so shared our memories too. We walked straight as shuttles through that valley of the Somme. Six hundred fell with Willie neath the barrage from the *** The slaughter carried on. The East Lancs filled our ranks from outside Accrington. Will sharing **** catch on.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
Sharing ****
He lived next door but one to us and chased me down the entry. We went to school and played our tricks. We worked at weaving - wenched and fished. Listened to the deadly yarn the friendly seargeant spun. Signed us up, lined us up like bobbins waiting for our places in the sun. Willie shared a fage with me before the whistle blew. We had a packet left so shared our memories too. We walked straight as shuttles through that valley of the Somme. Six hundred fell with Willie 'neath the barrage from the *** The slaughter carried on. The East Lancs filled our ranks from outside Accrington. Will sharing **** catch on?
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
Sharing ****
Bobbins! I have lost my buttons I have jacked my zip Bobbins! I can't keep the wind out My heart might just rip Bobbins! I have lost my marbles My flash drive is too full Bobbins! I can't get my words out I'm sounding like a fool Bobbins! Have I missed my chances Night ate up the day Bobbins! Who has your eyes now Now you've flown away
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Bobbins
She is blonde She is pretty She is smart She is rich And she knows it She is that one person I really hate Her every action Made me want to stab her One time I forgot to bring a pen She gave me hers And gave me a sickening smile At that moment I wished i had a truck A gun And a bomb Another time We were both in a race She got first I got second She congratulated me And gave me a sickening smile At that moment I wished i had a truck A gun And a bomb On October 11th She came late to class Mr Bobbins gave her detention She cried and gave a speech About everyone being mean to her I came infront And gave her an apple She cried louder And everyone snickered
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
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