Ribboned bunnies and flying bears Keep me not shilly-shally. No need for silly talismans; Thine aria acquiesces yeasty glans.
My hounds nose your turtledove, Their wet tongues lap your joy. Mountains peak, sate, and erode; Ridges harden, explode; lava pours.
Blossoms spring from your goodness; My honeybees swarm on your nectar. Your fruits ripen, bursting with color; Sweetness drips onto my wolves’ palates.
I sense or maybe interpret a very sexual theme here Scott...As always men are pigs, but who would know from the wonderful use of all those words I had to look up...
Yes, your right, this may be your best poem, but I am sure you will have better ones in the future...Oh and I finally got on, as you can plainly see...Peace thru the Written Word, Ed & Rufuz
Welcome to Hell on Earth, boys.
Andersonville POW camp...
Russell's battle-worn body looked defeated. He was a Union soldier; she was a Confederate nurse. But when Rosa looked into his eyes, she saw pure determination. He looked fo
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Yes, your right, this may be your best poem, but I am sure you will have better ones in the future...Oh and I finally got on, as you can plainly see...Peace thru the Written Word, Ed & Rufuz