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A Poem by J.P.
A person I know died yesterday. I really didn't want to write. The act seems so inconsequential, what I have to say. But, I did it anyway. That's the ..
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A Poem by J.P.
Pack up
all my s**t
Say
goodbye to the dedicated ladies who are still at school on a Friday afternoon
Drive
home
Kiss my
wife
Take
of..
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A Poem by J.P.
nick’name’
(-nam’), n. 1. A name given in derision or sportive familiarity. 2. A familiar
diminutive name.
Neither
you nor..
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A Poem by J.P.
Jack (has a snort of port): AnythingErnest: What?Jack: I said, Anything!Ernest (takes a sip of his whiskey): OK, I'll play. A thing, an emphasis, a ra..
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A Poem by J.P.
There’s Jake Spooner, the Bulli,
Australia regular foot, and
Ryan Spooner, Left shot, Ottawa
born centreman playing the name game.It&rsquo..
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A Poem by J.P.
Dear Tina,I love your burritos.They are simple and cheap.You provide a commoner's touch to our pretentious world.You satisfy my wallet, my stomach, my..
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A Poem by J.P.
You come to me with an excited ease.On a windswept breeze, on sunny afternoonsUnder the sun's bright lightOr during the night, amid the moon's cool li..
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A Poem by J.P.
My son's best friendhas met his end.Drew is fixing his tie.Genuine smiles & a gleam in their eyes...If I stare at this f*****g picture long enough..
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A Poem by J.P.
The sign read,PULL HARDDOOR STICKSSo, I pulled HARD,but the door did not stick.
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A Poem by J.P.
MyValentineEatsMarshmallowJelloShotsUnderNeathPlanet XVANS VANS VANSMismatched socksand a pair of ConsBackpacks strewnacross the lawnTalking HeadsTake..
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