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Fighting is my Label, I am a red rebel.........I am in trouble and in double.From here does my revolution spread.As I wed blood and a rebellion dead.I am dying spirit of my fellow comrades.I am
I’ll nettle you from behindI’ll striddle you from the sideI’ll stalk you in the lightI’ll be there when you dieI’ll watch you when you hideI’ll scrutinize your tideI’ll scan your
It isn’t hard to imageWhat exactly she’s doing thereA dingy motel with a Flashing ‘vacancy’ signAfter all, Some women will sayhe looks good inleather chapsdoesn’t he? But she’s
The great thingis not having a mind. Feelings:oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing himthe fire of my own heart, fire like his pr
Remembering, I ponder my wine glass, Envisioning blazing night embers, Shadows dancing in my dreams, And I consider......Love.I am indecisive, My memories are desolate, And I question your love
Code Orange Code Red, today these warnings echo throughout our land, But these warnings just focus our attention on the wickedness of man.Look and see how we have let sin and immorality prosper in
There was something she thought again in his mysterious smile, She tried to forget him but it was not possible even for a little whileShe got out of her bed and walked around in the corridorShe was
your eyes shine like dawn skyyour smile a field of light grasstiptoeing in the spring windyour laughter the rich roarof a sleek shiny limousineyour walk a smart pedigree german sherpherd up fo
So beautiful and so fragrantI'm so proud of them, you seeI've had them for a few yearsThey are all I want them to be.I care for them the best I canIt is up to them to do the restMy red, red ros
Here I write a red poem, Sophie Tucker red, 'The last of the red hot mama's red'It is a hard Tap Dancing Red, St. Valentine's red...Cinnamon Apple scented red...Georgio sweet smelling red, Vict
The beauty of this lovely garden, The beauty of this lonely rose, Red, Red Rose! Heart's love, My joy.Heart, art! Love and art, This lovely garden, This lonely rose, Red, Red Rose!Author
a ping rings so slightoff our submarine hullfaces go whitethis isn't a drillthe skipper regards uswith a look that is hardsays 'Who dared to bring their damn credit card? ''Please sir, it's