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Poem Number 3471
As I explode into your mouth
---Anonymous
I remember I've left the iron on
---Anonymous
Better out than in
---Anonymous
"Su-Sussudio!"
---saccovanzetti
flowstarsflowstarsflowstars
---sathish kumar, mangalore

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LOL!
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Poem Number 3472
i'm not saying ur well hung
---Anonymous
but i never had a bigger one
---Anonymous
for tea and crumpets
---Anonymous
o kinky strumpets
---Anonymous
ring-a-ding-ding-da-ding-a-ding-ding
---saccovanzetti
give me that big cock
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 3473
Aroint thy sweete cunny
---Anonymous
Thy blessed equivicator
---Anonymous
Let thine meade flow, annointing my lips
---everywordmeanslove, please someone continue this and make an acrostic of the capital letters AT L (i.e. follow the next line with something that could be added to to make a word up)
As I thrust forward betwixt thine hips
---Anonymous
to part your placid lips
---saccovanzetti
of thier docile silence
---saccovanzetti
Let your touches be reigns
---saccovanzetti
and my horse your sweating brow
---saccovanzetti

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Poem Number 3474
Certain unspeakable practices
---Anonymous
veiled by an endorsement from Gawd
---Anonymous
for instance, female circumcision
---Anonymous
not to mention Fight Club: unspeakable!
---saccovanzetti

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Poem Number 3475
Christ on a bike
---Anonymous
peddling soul
---Anonymous
freewheeling forgiveness
---Anonymous
and rock 'n' roll
---Anonymous
May we all die young and never grow old,
---Philip t.
every one dies ,nobody knows when either
---Anonymous
so get ye to Christ
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 3476
What a lovely pair of plums
---Anonymous
that sag so comely like fruit roll-ups
---saccovanzetti
dipping in my bum
---Anonymous
and out of my mouth I spill throw-ups
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 3477
Climate changing, changing minds
---art
Changing love, changing recipes
---Anonymous
Changing poles, unchanging bromides and CFCs
---Anonymous
Unchanging solsr rays, changing earth's magnitism
---Anonymous
Carbon dioxide causing global warming?
---Anonymous
Or astray CFCs and Bromides causing polar change?
---Anonymous
Or Both?
---Anonymous
FR56YUY7GHG67RF56F76
---Anonymous

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perhaps just a winter of discontent
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Poem Number 3479
Gone Anonymous
---art
To hide a battleded pain
---Anonymous
To see the social parade among the crowd
---Anonymous
To wait for the heart miner for the golde diamond
---Anonymous
Take this tear laden trip, sensitively unseen
---Anonymous
I see the noted works you've done
---Anonymous
You did not release your fang to bite me
---Anonymous
You did not unsber your sword to cut my head
---Anonymous
You did not unpinned your bomb to piece me out
---Anonymous
You did not mined my path as i followed you
---Anonymous
You left open you mind path as i traced your dream
---Anonymous
You humble meek your presence with a superior
---Anonymous
But that was not a superior at all to me
---Anonymous
Is this a suicidal step?
---Anonymous
The process is reversible . . .
---Anonymous
make time to save time
---Anonymous
live to feed another life
---Anonymous
stay for awhile among the living
---Anonymous
before you decide where to go
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 3480
Many Minds
---Anonymous
Like many helping hands
---Anonymous
Makes a load lighter
---Anonymous
A problem less imposible
---Anonymous
A choir of harmonious mind
---Anonymous
Is atreassure to listen
---Anonymous
An understanding soul of comfort
---Anonymous
Almost a paradise
---Anonymous
To the downtrodden
---Anonymous
The wayward
---art
And the mis-understood
---Anonymous
A seed for new beginnings
---Anonymous
ZOE LOVES YOU
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 3481
There once was a girl with 2 nipples
---James, Calgary
They were named hipple and smipple
---Anonymous
one was dainty and sweet
---james
Of the other I can only say....
---james
meet the meat
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 3482
"LAST TIME"
---LEE AKA AEON AKA LYSANDER, NEW YORK, NY

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we were once close,
now we ease into conversations.
last time we were here
i mocked your longevity.
i am back.
no smile present.
Lee aka Aeon aka Lysander (Hi Ann!)
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I'm back after a long absence and I'm glad to see you still haunt this room. I came here specifically looking for you. How's life, man?
-everywordmeansfuck
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hepatitis from prison tattoo
seven front teeth in absentia
prolapsed sphinctoid
and a seperation anxiety
e.g. former cell mate
nicknamed Big Mel
How's life? life sux
Lee aka Aeon aka Lysander aka Alice (Let's get together for drinks!)
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Red a tale about a fella wit yur name
hop fer yar sake fella ain't ya
sounds like ya tho
bend ova beethoven
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BOHICA
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BendOverHereItComesAgain
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Poem Number 3484
AnOld Amber
---Anonymous

---Anonymous
mHopefullt will be more friendly
---Anonymous
less critical but more forgiving
---Anonymous
more conginial than symon or ped ant
---Anonymous
and more forgiving to anonymous moonwalker
---Anonymous

---Anonymous
instead of driving all poets from general heavens
---Anonymous
we will welcome him in the molecules of rough poetry
---Anonymous
saying hhis claims as molecular biologist as well
---Anonymous
he/she could be loveable, after all
---Anonymous

---Anonymous
i wish, he/she likes astronomy too....
---Anonymous

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Poem Number 3485
Wet pink vanilla cream slotted slit. Oh my! it hurts but please don't quit. Before it spurts ...make it fit. Unhhhhh!
---Anonymous

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Ssssspurty puleeze.......... ;)
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Poem Number 3486
my mother's grave
---everywordmeansfuck

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Imagine her (yourself) buried alive...
The smell of wood and worms versus the panic of suffocation.
You flash back to 'Kill Bill' but you know no unbelievable kungfu that will get you out of this six foot of dark deathtrap.
The earth thrums in your ears
You foresee the decay of your own flesh
My mother probably looks like a whale placenta now,
Couched in the coffin cushioned upholstery
reeking of gore.
At her funeral, my little 20 year old sister was a bit unhinged -
placed a notepad with a pen into my mother's rigor- mortised hand with the awkward reasoning:
"Maybe she will write me back someday when she can..."
In those final moments, if indeed you are buried alive,
Could you write this poem down on the notepad,
and pray for graverobbers?

Don't worry if it doesn't rhyme,
No one will judge you, ma.
-everywordmeansfuck
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Poem Number 3492
jeremiah wright's dad
---Anonymous

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1950
was driving along in his rig truck
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terrible accident.........
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walking around his rig swearing
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god DAMN those seat belts.....
god DAMN tose safety belits
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police said WAIT truck driver
do you realize those seat belts saved yoru life
__________
yeah god DAMN those seat belts
god DAMN those safety belts
__________
now HOLD IT truck driver,,,
YORU GIRLFRIEND was NOT wearing her safety belt... and landed 250 feet in front of yoru truck...
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yeah.. god DAMN tose seat belts.. god DAMN tose safety belts
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DID YOU SEE THAT PETER IN HER HAND??????????????
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The way I heard it, the THING was in her teeth.
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