Tills Poems - Poems about Tills

...Constantly seeking out validation, You don’t have to know me, But I wanna be your favourite. I want you to like me so much, I hate it. Share posts or tap to follow, Get blocked and deleted, such......

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... Bored of deplored Hordes of frauds On abhorred company boards Who applaud flawed Seats stored…for cheats Apply or buy on the fly Enjoy till they die Getting podgy..bet......

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...If you get a list.? Means you go to shop.' That one things Mostly true.' If your boat has a list, well thats not good.? Give her a trim Is what you do' And if you were the president.? And a list j......

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...Labour of hate Turn on the heating It’s getting cold Why do we shiver? Just because we’re old It’s Kier’s labour, who wants us all to die Said he liked pensioners just another lie Another l......

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... My father, My father is no special Man, if special is determined by 6 packs and built muscles. Infact he is a good example of an African man who because of late eating has super-pack as stomach i......

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... It's always Aldi on a Sunday afternoon. You're always waiting with your shopping bags in hand, slowly trudging along with your walking stick. It takes you ten minutes to get into the car. You ne......

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... In the purple shadows of the black's monoliths, where an ancient echo calls forth, at the blurry forge of "Ralkon Dis", a salient dragon from mystery's petra cliffs drifts you off to a f......

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... If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D in bilingualarity "come walk with me"? Wallowing a dance a snake charmer fla......

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...The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged soil and what of shadow hours, sweat and hard toil ......

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...Where are the medicine men and women we could always trust Have they all disappeared turned into dust Replaced by snake oil salesmen dishing out pills Hear the ringing of their over filled tills......

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...In cycles vast, the tapestry of time, A dance of souls, in rhythm, sublime. Reincarnation, the eternal flow, Where life and death in harmony sow. From ancient realms to worlds unseen, Souls ta......

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...t's evident that you are trying all avenues to return to work and health and appreciate your difficulties and shared your complete frustration. If you are not sure what to do then you get help soon a......

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...He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of......

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...That morning I woke, just a normal day, Shower running warm, Ready for a new day. Early morning team catch up, tills prepared, Door unlocked, and they enter with their glares, In they come, o......

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...Song of the Hill On this hill One thing counts Tax and spend Large amounts I’m afraid we’ve No golden trees We have to tax an income or two We have to tax an income or two boys We got to ......

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