Paste Poems - Poems about Paste

Life is copy paste Bashers have the same script Demolition hate....

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when we cut and paste even if we made much haste will not have any waste when where what why who we only needed a few which we know will do with eight different words which will start with w My other favorite word which I will like is wonderful. Can you imagine when we would remove letter w from our alphabet. we look with him here pitiful...

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How much in our life do we copy/paste and what is the effect of it? You can copy/paste pictures, my energy, my attitude, my emotions, my spiritual growth, but what is it about copying? You have the choice in life what you choose to copy and paste if any. Copying is reproducing, such as an...

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(This time I've quoted my own poem titles. Everything in quotes is a title.) "Dear reader," again, this monolog persists. We're no longer "sparring" with figurative fists. "The blood of an Englishman" is my last token, "cursive curtsies" for "love unspoken." "The magic of your arms" is now "unattainable," "man glitter"'s sloughing unexplainable. "Footprints in time" lead to your "home garden," now overgrown...

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That which has a nice taste One wouldn't want to waste. Kids would it chew to a paste, Eating it not in haste: It is the strongest zeal For a good kitchen's meal... To gourmets a nice deal, Pure delight one can feel; Some with the heart of Rock While feeding selves doors lock; Each moment there's a knock Their ears solidly block!...

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I have toothpaste because I paid money. I watch TV for the same reason. And this money thing is far from funny: Without it you are as in a prison! I have polish that I also have bought. Water, power,...are all obtained for cash! All existence seems to be by man wrought And, being such, subject to error crash! Non creators have made...

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They spent $7,000.00 each on high quality moisturizer paste. They would have been more attractive pasting that money to their face....

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What if what i can not right Doth the world delight What if what i write and strive for are irrelevant What if i am part of the problem Not the solution i seek Then what is the point of my pen Better i cave and join the masses And suffer my partisan Than dig my own grave As i am no better no worse Only...

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Sometimes i feel low like im a nobody i couldn’t find myself so they paste and i copy i woke up everyday lookin for a new hobby so i was doin pills in the hotel lobby. really dont think im doing so well bad party imma end up dead at a motel. Making no prediction im just sayin if it...

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where there's a will there's a way but far far away in a land i'm lactose intolerant so not a land of milk but definitely honey i want to squeeze the glue that oozes from out you and seal it and us with a kiss...

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If you are hungry for my words I am happy if you steal them and share...

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C and V are gone forever Punched too hard Copy and Paste Space bar holding court Wanting a rally to protest The heaviness of my fingers. I slap them happily Typing 85 words a minute Unconcerned about their silly protest....

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Trees Bear fruits Top and roots One in one taste Tongues to long last Thanks God,sweet paste!...

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When a stranger calls, the shining city lights die hard behind enemy lines. I walk the line out of the past roots, where the red fern grows in cold blood of mice and men. The thin red line short cuts a nightmare on Elm Street. The searchers don't look now within these walls. In the heat of the night, the illusionist cast away titanic cries and whispers. The silence of the lambs never cry wolf while you were sleeping. (Each...

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Forks over knives shattered where the heart is frozen. Great expectations love me or leave me home alone. What lies beneath the notebook can't buy me love without leaving a forwarding address back to the future. Before night falls, sense and sensibility climb an angry mountain to kill a mockingbird for love. The birds take the lead, homeward bound. One flew over the cuckoo's nest to catch a thief. Stolen kisses fly away home, up the spiral staircase. Wings of desire smile for...

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