A. Hood
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He sits on a park benchA Poem by A. Hoodbackpack on, feetdanglingas if he's waitingfor a roller coaster to take off.The sign says"you must be this tall to ride"He ignores it--Nights have bec.. |
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You're not in my bedA Poem by A. Hoodanymore.But you’re there when I sleep.Last night, I ran around incessantlyand tore the propaganda downwhich you left hanging from myleft and rig.. |
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You borrowed my car with a wink and a smileA Poem by A. HoodOne of many poems about an ex-girlfriend. |
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Two A.M. and a Faded Picture FrameA Poem by A. HoodThe illusion of a familiar face in the crowd works to the advantage of the wandering mind. Although, familiar faces are often altered with every &.. |
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native americans, indians, whateverA Poem by A. HoodI'm sitting in a dusty old lab room, my eyes glued to the microscopecarefully analyzing each word that comes out of my mouth.I always thought that eve.. |
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i dont careA Poem by A. Hoodmuch for the radio i don't like people telling me what to listen to or the pretentious voice protruding through my stereo that thin.. |