Poems by Christopher Wry

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  • Why tis it
    when they appear the problem...

  • Easy to say but hard
    to keep from sounding like...

  • The joys of sleepless
    nights, unending diaper...

  • A rose may prick you
    what a little price to pay...

  • Red hot day
    ice cold lemonade to drink...

  • A place to hide from
    all and be in your minds own...

  • Why put up with the pain just to be able to say I...
    What am I getting out of this other than a body...

  • Whirlwind ad agency
    for atmospheric firm...

  • Why (1)

    How
    can...

  • They come in all sizes
    alone they have power in mass...

  • WORK to some it is a four letter
    word, wash your mouth out with soap please...

  • Jingling bells on manes
    fat man ho ho hoying on...