well I'm certainly not sensing loneliness... anymore.....you bisous?
More poetry
by LittleToe 35 Replies latest social entertainment
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bisous
really! all this talk of buns and enlarging muscles...aww, the beautiful wonder of poetic images...
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LittleToe
A lonely hour, a lonely day,
All I smell is fresh cut hay.
The buns, the muscles, quite replete
Summer prose, increasing heat. -
reboot
You think you're safely interacting
swopping words on static screen
with red haired woman who's extracting
images she wants to wean
from you, to take you up and up to such a comic pitch,
that your finale may even start making risorious muscles twitch
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bisous
Fresh cut hay, say you?
Hanging with the sheep? pee-yew
Hard work is what you need, and lots
Your wandering eye will thus be stop'd
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LittleToe
Heart a-flutter, beating fast,
Who said the age of hormones passed?
Lonliness a fading dream
Ear to ear, the smile is seen. -
reboot
lol @ you all today
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LittleToe
The sounds, the smells,
The barnyard snores.
The pitchfork swings
The pressure soars. -
SheilaM
Wonderful LT
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