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"whatsover" poems
You know as well as I do that internet dating can have its ups and downs and thus, after so many futile meetings and tragic misadventures in a domestic UK situation, I decided to spread my wings and so I logged on to an Australian website for lonely kangaroo lovers yes it was www.blackstump-legover.com.au where no holes were barred. And I soon struck up a promising friendship with someone who sounded like a real goer, a total slapper, with no morals whatsover judging from the photo she posted taken with a mobile phone up her skirt which showed her **muffin ***** as well as what she had eaten for breakfast yesterday, poking its head out. We finally agreed to meet behind the old dunny in the park where the abos go to exchange their social security vouchers for crack ******* or a bottle of Castlemain XXXX or a quick one up each others' bots in spite of the pong on a sunny arvo. You can imagine how effing disappointed I was when she arrived on a trailer attached to her grandson's ute strapped to a battered gurney (and almost insensate) but still ready for a bit of backdoor action but not from me, no sirree, thank you very much mate: I might be desperate, but I would have had to have clipped my nose shut with a clothes peg to get anywhere near her and my gag reflex simply couldn't cope. So I bravely dragged the gurney over to the convenient gap in the fence overlooking the mighty ravine and with a gentle shove I sent her to that sweet place where peace can be found and I can still hear her scream as she bounced off the rocks accusing me of being illegitimate before silence reigned and I smiled in joy. It only goes to show, O my friends, that there are female dogs of the most hideous kind on every sodding continent on this dear planet of ours; and I may as well stick to a handful of Nivea cream and a Kleenex, at least the odour is wholesome.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
A Tragic Intercontinental Internet Dating ******
You know as well as I do that internet dating can have its ups and downs and thus, after so many futile meetings and tragic misadventures in a domestic UK situation, I decided to spread my wings and so I logged on to an Australian website for lonely kangaroo lovers yes it was www.blackstump-legover.com.au where no holes were barred. And I soon struck up a promising friendship with someone who sounded like a real goer, a total slapper, with no morals whatsover judging from the photo she posted taken with a mobile phone up her skirt which showed her **muffin ***** as well as what she had eaten for breakfast yesterday, poking its head out. We finally agreed to meet behind the old dunny in the park where the abos go to exchange their social security vouchers for crack ******* or a bottle of Castlemain XXXX or a quick one up each others' bots in spite of the pong on a sunny arvo. You can imagine how effing disappointed I was when she arrived on a trailer attached to her grandson's ute strapped to a battered gurney (and almost insensate) but still ready for a bit of backdoor action but not from me, no sirree, thank you very much mate: I might be desperate, but I would have had to have clipped my nose shut with a clothes peg to get anywhere near her and my gag reflex simply couldn't cope. So I bravely dragged the gurney over to the convenient gap in the fence overlooking the mighty ravine and with a gentle shove I sent her to that sweet place where peace can be found and I can still hear her scream as she bounced off the rocks accusing me of being illegitimate before silence reigned and I smiled in joy. It only goes to show, O my friends, that there are female dogs of the most hideous kind on every sodding continent on this dear planet of ours; and I may as well stick to a handful of Nivea cream and a Kleenex, at least the odour is wholesome.
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My whole life I've always been the side character And in most of my friendships have been terrible Mostly because the out of the few a few have been just horrible to me But even along with that I've always just been the side kick I've always been so and so's best friend That's all I've always been Every time someone greeted me and I said my name I got "Oh, name's friend." I felt very small, but I was comfortable Because it was all I had ever known I always knew to keep my opinions quiet so I wouldn't lose them I always knew to just listen in on conversations And I always knew to smile whenever I was called the side kick So when my best friend of 7 years moved away And I had no friends whatsover It was weird just being called Hannah It was terrifying not having friends but it was liberating to be me It was liberating to be recognized as a human and not as an accessory And it was then that I realized I was always a side character In my own life i was playing the **** side character And I also realized I loved being the lead I now make it a point to be equals in all relationships With friends, partners, and all people Because I know how horrible it is to be belittled And I want all people to realize how amazing the main stage is
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
playing the leading role
An old woman was seeing a lilac sky She was frightened to say goodbye "O, freedom! My only freedom! Will the fire and bombs end my sorrow?" What was the use to hold living for tomorrow? When all you can see was an ashes and scattered bones An old woman was being slaughtered She lost her family and hopes Was it because they were Jews? So that it's their right to make the world new? Free from Jews? As if Jews were roach It was forbidden for them to be approached And now A giant smoke puffs in Palestine Thousands people burn to death Children, old people scream in despair But no one will say if it's unfair Is it because the land that is occupied? Or whatsover so they have to die? Do you have mom? Is it hurt to see her cry? Do you have love? Is it hurt to see they bleeding then say goodbye? When will the war ends? When will all human races have a soul? Or will it always be just a rhetorical question?
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
A War