Anon
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mA Poem by AnonAs I search for words My soul aches How could I ever start? Is there anything that I could say to show her what is in my heart? As I held her clos.. |
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[Bass Clef]A Poem by Anonbrooks babblerocks and rubble over which the water flowstrees rustledeer hustle past, beneath their underboughswind whisperswhistles quickly past amid.. |
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For Sale (Lightly Used)A Poem by AnonGARAGE SALEMain StreetPrices Fair! • Snacks to Eat!people come from all aroundto see the lost things we have foundcard tables replete with toysme.. |
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thoughts of a man left alone at the mirror to cont..A Poem by AnonI adorned myself in magnificent masqueradeConcealed my wanton consuetude in prevaricate vernacularUntil, with seven words, you stripped me bare. |
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F.Y.L.A Poem by AnonExtremely explicit, parody of modern rap music (shock comedy) References to copywritten work underlined, italics are self-explanatory |
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Ode to DeborahA Chapter by AnonA conglomeration of all of my least favorite customers coincidentally named after my girlfriend's mom (oops. . .). |
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Ode, by DeborahA Chapter by AnonFrom the eyes of the beholder. . . |
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Debby B is Dead to MeA Chapter by AnonThe sum total of all of my least favorite customers as a woman with a shrill voice and an obnoxious laugh. . . |
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Expostulations of a Teenage BaggerA Book by AnonA collection of poetry written entirely about working at a grocery store, majorly focuses on the negatives (obviously). Screw you, Deborah. |
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