Very Tasty
treating myself lovingly
boiling lots of hot water
ambrosia resplendent
crabs put into water
cleaned hard bodies
melting some butter
tongue rolled flesh
mouths safe harbor
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The Rim Of Green
Green panties, green roses
green tits, green milk.
Green moon, posies in green.
green eyes, green full lips
green face, cheese, green..
Green around the rim,
green limes can but erupt...?
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Cafe
Loneliness can be counted on
but is no friend of mine lonely
are my days I can count by the
thousands black is the color
pink as it flows with blink no
more of pink unless she thinks
about it first.
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Memory Is It's Mystery
Memory Is It's Mystery;
When you have it,
plan your hand.
Misty is the memory,
when your love,
it helps your flush.
Face too face,
they cross,
each dimpled,
heart and diamond chin.
When the ace is never found.
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One, Rose To Many
To dress the color still
so many, pictured pink.
Row upon row in high
thigh leather boots, are.
Why are you out this late
at night?
Many took, to me the look.
I long, to press an umpired
street, deserted here in pink.
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Soot On My Face
Longing forest bright
twilight tipped lyard
sykinard fan
Petals sunflower tears
violin playing banjo
pikin band.
Clors pink and Black
like johnny cash
pam tillis.
Knowing your so fine
guitar jackin fine
dixie chicks.
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Words like silk
Near the edge Mexico's gulf late it's night.
While each both one can, draw a circle,
thus laying down, one heard standing up
Our mentor enriches this gift of said knowledge.
Words like silk ribbons, run off too unwrap it.
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Dreams of the Brain
The head before sleep over ruled it.
To help the other over come prejudice.
Dreams of the brain make both mutually.
You had exclusive use of the body.
The surface of tension probative it is.
When the lover of one two more come.
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I Am Only, Your Pet Pig
Yet, i am an honest one..i am pink,
i have wings, i can fly..i do eat the roses,
you frown...when i find a pearl, a pink one..
you do more than pay me in smiles of your praise.
You, ..you oinks pink, to the world, rolls over and winks..and cries...
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If I Must Be A Dog
if i must be a dog;
you must show me
how too beg.
but i can't do that.
if i must be a dog;
i have to sleep there
and not be disturbed,
untill you are as well.
but i can't do that.
if i must be a dog;
and you instruct me to,
i can't do that too moon.
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