Swashbuckle Poems - Poems about Swashbuckle

...She hung fat on a citrus tree, sprouting like a hip jut, like the tall grass and itch weed. The sweating sun drunk her up and splaid ‘er bare, sliced her clean open before the pecking birds co......

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...Car car car, Look how we've come so far, Love the way your key started fitting in my hand, Fiat, Alfa, Bufori, any brand When I touch that unlock button, The surge of thrill in me is sudden, A......

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...Carcass of the sunken ship with treasures held on rusted hip. Salt encrusted pirate’s lips which whisper into the sea. Whisper of adventures had cacophony of laughter mad. When you were just ......

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