Pix Poems - Poems about Pix

. hot damn virgin island girl when she turns mine view ...

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A photographer of Indoor Sports Found himself dragged through the lower courts The hotel said He filmed their bed When a buxom housemaid dropped her shorts...

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chipmunk pauses under blossoms of spring pondering her future? anticipating an enemy? planning her trousseau? expecting a model’s fee? No matter. She is captured in time, by the whir of a button. Saved and uploaded onto a computer. A memory caught in mid step. I smile as she fills my screen. My new screen saver. My favorite photo of the week. Maybe of the month....

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5 Fallen down Till you tasted soil? Eureka, sing with me You never will fall further Till you dig a pit 4 You dig it in It's dust to dust You quit the pix Its dust to rise 3 Wait not, weep not Dust must rise That's the price 2 Once you rise That's the Prize 1 Action!...

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The tiny pix-faerie downed all of the poisoned apple and orange juice, under a wood. She drank the tainted broth, secretly, rapidly, and totally quickly, so keen. Knowing it had to be devoured by a Pix-faerie willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good. She took one loving look around at her sleeping comrades, then got so totally...

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Pixie Pops with handle bar hair pink and ball sparkles just trinkets in plastic But OH how she wears it when twirling around in a dance that is secret to fairy odd what's. She matches best every step of discovery with pomped circumstance and a smile or two while I wonder where all her energy store is butterfly wings and a blue afternoon Wind up the...

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