Red Devil Poems - Poems about Red Devil

Where is grandpa’s red devil box? Each grandchild asked this as we entered the home. It was a box grandpa had teased us with since we were young. We all wanted it. There was only one of course. He used to chase me around with it, Barry told us. I wet my pants once when he told me what...

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Lily White Being firm and money tight Headed to the golden sands looking just right There was Mr. Bourne and his mouth Packing the cherries to go south “Young lady what can I do for you? Maybe a pint filled with my special brew?” Looking at him Innocently no sin “This should be an easy...

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An Evil Organ Behind Our Teeth “I’LYEZETTE” “The tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things, behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth.” James 3:5 We put bits in horses’ mouths, Rudders on ships and proclaim, Small things control large things, But tongues no one can tame. Though the tongue is small It can stir intense...

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The Red Devil stares at me As I stare back into Death's flaming eyes One of us must die here today Lord I hope it's not me As I stare back into Death's flaming eyes I know it's him or me Lord I hope it's not me As I charge toward him I know it's him or me One of us must die here...

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The Red Devil Bronco Johnson 1950-2007 Oh he blew into Toowoomba in 1972 The GTHO Ford was firing left black tracks on bitumen too Laid 200 feet of rubber they were still smoking in the street When the coppers came to look he’d been and gone a red streak The police they asked a local who he was and where...

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Still in 75 The Red Devil Wayne was in the boot of the white holden, mine Mildred was a driving into a drive in movie fine The car it lurched and wobbled Kangarooed just a bit The wheel brace kept a rising smacking into Wayne’s lip Wayne Estelle and I were in the jolly car Mildred was joint smoking we...

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The Red Devil, Bronco Johnson in 75 I lived in Morningside, moved in a massage parlor girl 2 kids a Kangaroo dog and a white rat called Merle (Greyhound roo catcher) We had a druggie ambo man, so Wayne put her in his bed And they’d be a smoking weed, the Ambo and Mildred Of course she had a Bludger...

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red devil of life sow the tightness of large deaths chaos' asking *A take off on D.G's ...green Angel of death.*...

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