Fi(@gotnomoniker) 's Twitter Profile Photo

too aery-fairy for me
Gothic as can be
stuffed into a suit
ill fitted walking cane
looks like the devil can wait
or trip himself up
confess a radical New Moon phase
of bathing in rain
to wash my grievance away
Symph & Jules

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Mary David-Snow, Writer(@sweetiepiesnow) 's Twitter Profile Photo




Either laugh, , or I will you. I can't hear you! Laugh louder.

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C.B. Everett (Courtney)

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Either laugh, #unplug, or I will #block you. I can't hear you! Laugh louder.

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Raymond B. Steinmetz(@Raymonds_TOWERS) 's Twitter Profile Photo

In the grand kitchen of life,
our ambitious soufflés
often find themselves
on the chopping block
of reality—where dreams
get diced but sometimes
turn into unexpected
gourmet dishes!

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Seema Bokkasam(@BokkasamSeema) 's Twitter Profile Photo


Now with mobiles we can unwanted calls
But if you could turn back the clock
You will find in the old rotary landline
You could effectively and avoid pesky calls
By keeping the handle of the phone aside
Contrary to what youngsters say,
We oldies did rock!

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Mary David-Snow, Writer(@sweetiepiesnow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I tried giving up eating boogers. It was hard. I lost weight. I wore skinny jeans when they were no longer popular. My nose , which felt weird. My booger eating friends made me sit on the other side of the cafeteria. With the food eaters. Disgusting.

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Lee Heffner(@DLeeHeff) 's Twitter Profile Photo

He stands at the door in hideous shiny jams, anticipating me as the main course. Don’t ruin your prospects, join me on the bed, you so remind me of my daughter.

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Brotha O(@OMANXL1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Dreams become shadows then they'll disappear.

Now I'm out here talking to memories; damn! they were just here!

Now catch me as I wander; taking a midnight beach walk.

Wondering what went wrong; success? I still stalk!

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Mary David-Snow, Writer(@sweetiepiesnow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Neighbors named the kid .

Their dog's name?

They really love that dog. They'll call the baby Ast.

No problem then.

They the kid's breathing machine when the dog used his electric fountain.

Time grief.

Dog's fine.



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Brotha O(@OMANXL1) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Dagger tongue or the sharp ink pen? choose your poison!

It's the pen poems written! the ink blood from poisonous veins?

Poison ivy? igniting a flame? stormy weather with rain?

Caught up in the game fighting terrors reign.

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Mary David-Snow, Writer(@sweetiepiesnow) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Ode 2/2
Oh, how I love thee my sourdough
Ye, though you make my waistline grow
Your microbes in my starter
Your bubbles a wee farter
For Sourdough, I'd surrender my dildo




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