Poets
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She was pretty in pink the perfect girl, she had it all going on and intelligent as well, as beautiful as you have ever seen always happy and always smiling, benevolent and compassionate in every way caring and sharing each and every day, would light up a room when ever she entered I could go…
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She took selfies of her body And her body was fine, She would create images in her mind, That used to turn her on She enjoyed that time, Then she would sense the erotic divine. She would tease her body with her fingers tips, She knew how to entice it and knew all the tricks,…
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I work in the pursuit of creativity I work in the hope of a fulfillment of my dreams, I write to send a message of spiritual belief To connect with other people just like me, I endeavour to share unconditional love and light, Sending out a message that the time has come to fight. The…
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There is no sport where blood is shed and death follows caused by others just for fun, that’s just murder there is no other name and it’s wrong, and it’s not a game don’t call it pest control where mindless brutality is involved. There is no sport in killing other species suggesting they do not feel…
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There is a new menace coming and it’s riding on the wind, a reinstatement of the brutal an old archaic traditional gathering, a callous needless coupling of rich men and women, who are now getting set for the return of fox hunting, barbarous and cruel and totally sickening, if you are making a comeback…
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Configured to life’s inability To feel unconditional love Is humanities greatest travesty, It’s reluctance to show compassion for all And tolerance will lead to the fall Of us as beings of spiritual light And see us portrayed as a universal blight, That came, saw and exploited for gain A maniacle race led by the insane,…
fauxcroft 