Like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain We can fade away or start over again In a high five season, in a cut-price land The southern cross don
Mason Williams Them Sand Pickers: How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand. Pickin' in the wet
Mason Williams LUNCH TOTERS: How about them lunch toters, ain't they a bunch? Goin' off to work a-totin' their lunch. Totin' them vittles. Totin' that
Prairie Dawn: Since "K" is the next letter, Herbert Birdsfoot will now recite his "K" poem. So listen to the words that start with "K-uh". Herb: I don
Today I wrote a poem And I put it in my book It's about a certain letter That's shaped sort of like a hook It's a very special letter And I like it quite
have a chance to hang around. And lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire, While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around And talk of poems
How many bridges can they burn till we turn? How many lives can they take till we break? How many dreams terrorized till we rise? How many visions must
They thought it was cool to burn crosses on your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty
Alright, this is my poem... its called "eine tasse tee"... are you ready?...alright! one of my dogs ate the feces of a homeless man, on the way to
Baby, get ready, I'm coming for you I'm a vampire I want you, nothing you can do I'm a vampire Watch me do my dance for you I want you, nothing you can
Anxiety Breathless Cunt Damn Excitement Fucking Goodness Heaven Interesting Jitters Kitten Love Mine Never Open Pussy Quiet Restless State This Understanding
This is gunna be poem #357651?about? the biz. Ready??? Alright? Second guessn' count your blessn' LOOK! What I've become Sit and wallow Thank god
Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning I would have kissed her once again but I found her rather boring To listen to his messages Is like licking
A Pledge to Rescue Our Youth by Maya Angelou © 2006 Young women, young men of color, we add our voices to the voices of your ancestors who speak to you
Dear Mama Good day I hope that when these few lines reach you They may find you in the best of health I doun know how to tell ya dis For I did mek a
People behave like sheep conformists, but still they weep, Weeping for their conditioned existance determinded, but not by their own minds, oh yes, people
school Her face was tear stained, she didn't know I knew But I do, I do But today she had a song to sing and a poem she knew And with a kiss and a hug
La classe Il etait notre enseignant Nos larmes vont desendre Sen laiser une coute partaire Nous resterions toujours a votre souvenir S est dur a dire