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 “Beers & Burdens” 11 – 25 – 02 Joshua Abt-Barnett postpoems.com/members/lillep The wind blows The ch... [read more] |
 So you tell her with tears in your eyes so you tell him its hard not to lie but you got to face up take of the make up and let the truth sh... [read more] |
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Many memories now lost all my actions have a cost no one stares and looks at me didn’t know being invisible was so easily every example goes... [read more] |
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Tomorrow tomorrow is gone to where the yesterday belong tear me tear me away I’m missing my yesterdays everything gone everything gone to s... [read more] |
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I close my eyes, This nite a dream, She brought my lover, Back to me. First the nites, In bed were dim, And lonely and cold, My thoughts of... [read more] |
 Signs of truth Storms of Youth Cant catch the lies they pronouce (Clue) Watch as the sunsets Watch as the ice melt Cant face whats steady bu... [read more] |
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“Everyone sees who you appear to be, But only a select few know who you really are” You only see what you want to see, You don’t see the rea... [read more] |
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I’m tired of hearing about love. Love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is nothing but pain in disguise. Hiding and waiting, Biding it’s... [read more] |
 I write with a passion- With hopes of it lasting, Stuck in your head- Like that song you were blasting. My words are addictive- My thoughts... [read more] |
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Undoubtedly, our tryst of flesh was wrong, and ne’er could faithful hearts remain immune, for singing oft’ that lewd and shameless song, we... [read more] |
 * *1 Little Tree, Little Tree, I wonder where you are to thank you for the sweet pink fruit you did weave from distant star. *2 A dog is so... [read more] |
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They wish on bones torn from the breast of Tom Turkey.. on whose bones will he wish.. that his life be spared STOP THE CYCLE end the cycl... [read more] |
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Why do I mind more the unripeness in others and me than I mind the green fruit on a sweet tree? Not until God's appointed hour will fruit... [read more] |
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Jesus was knocking on my heart's door I told Him to come back later.. and then discovered He lived Inside. God indwells every being.. no ma... [read more] |
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They don’t understand that I’m dying inside, And the tears roll down- But they don’t see me cry. They never leave my eyes- And never touch m... [read more] |