Tag: Gigglinggranny
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Poem: I’m A Weed
I’m A Weed – I’m a weed, hearty and strong. Went to school, didn’t belong. Teachers want us pruned and tamed. Tried to heed. To sit still aimed. – I’m a weed. My roots grew strong. Teachers said ‘Doing it wrong!’. Pushing through, inquisitive. Weeds, it seems, quite intrusive. – I’m a weed, once a…
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Poem About Feeling Trapped
Trapped Rules on us strapped Are feeling trapped Cannot escape Need new landscape Must book, break loose Feel cooked, like goose Lose restrictions Kill constrictions Walls must come down Remove this crown Thorns cutting deep Disturbing sleep Morning will wake Feelings won’t shake. Must cut the chain Or trapped remain. June Nash Sometimes the rules…
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Poem about Strong Coffee
Strong Coffee Strong coffee, puts hair on chest A brew that out brags the best. Boy friend says I shouldn’t drink Afraid of results I think. June Nash I love coffee! The stronger the better. Mine is said to put hair on your chest. Being a girl, that isn’t such a nice result! …
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Poem: Weigh In
Weigh In Need to diet, try to fit in To society that promotes thin. Once could tickle throat with feather, Take pills, enemas, what ever. Now they say it’s a disorder, Not a fad, where is the border? – Skinny is still the style of choice. Fat people, to be thin, rejoice. Lift weights, do…
June Nash 