Whether we is
The receptacle
Or the receptacle-er
The planter
Or the stepped on weeder
We all gets urges
And none of us don't
It's as old as that apple
That Eve secretly hoped
Would tempt us
Like it tempted her
And all of us are here because
Two people got those urges
And nine months later we was
Kimmy,
I read yours after posting mine, which was inspired by Den and CJ and thought the same thing and almost wrote that it must be apples in the air today. Like minds...or something like that.
So, I am just curious, What's with the intra-spaced communication going on with the Adam and Eve and the apple? I came across this after just posting mine...doo-doo-doo-doo-
doo-doo-doo-doo...(That's suppose to be sung in an Alfred Hitcock theme)LOL!
Great funny poem reflecting two of the dearest..."Dennies!"
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
A naïve councilman and a down-on-her-luck single mom try to save their county’s last stand of forest from greedy developers and a dysfunctional government.
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Regis
I read yours after posting mine, which was inspired by Den and CJ and thought the same thing and almost wrote that it must be apples in the air today. Like minds...or something like that.
doo-doo-doo-doo...(That's suppose to be sung in an Alfred Hitcock theme)LOL!
Great funny poem reflecting two of the dearest..."Dennies!"
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
-Debra
Unconsciously heady. lolol
Rusty
Love,
CJ