
Close by
I hear voices familiar
Looking through my purse
The cats fell right in my lap
As their lips flow in rumor
Chit chat or gossip
I must have the last laugh
Strolling around the corner
Just to wipe the smirks off their faces
With a smile and flare
Drift hints of jealousy
In both their eyes
So sweet the rush of excitement
Being adorning
Copyright 2008
Love,
Chanti Lace
Be always safe,
Karen
hugs
Fee