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Quesadilla swank
Hot, gooey, melted cheddar So good it hurts...Ow! Bono (Paul Hewson) He moves me and inspires me Human rights are for all |
Fall prey to your stare
Undressing me with your eyes Hunting me, again Sliding me down low Is this how you would want me? blood rush in my veins Tiny beads of sweat Glisten as my flesh cries out Breathless, I want you Say it with your lips As I answer with my hips You are my weakness |
Sleep has come to me
Yet I still read all night long Damn Literature |
I count beats for laughs
Boards took the poetry out Haiku is ruined. :p Ally, however writes beautifully meaningful stuff that I envy. Even now I can't. Silly things jump to mind, like lunch plans and porno. Tetherball, handball Never gets old seeing kids Play and run at lunch. There! That wasn't bad. But only because that's what I'll see at lunch time. :p |
serious haiku?
my goodness, whatever for? I'll take balls and shafts. |
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requesting some shafts and balls but exactly whose? I predict a line shall form at Scaeagles front door- what will the wife think? Will it be Mickey that Scaegles decides upon? Poor Sactown Chronic! |
I only have eyes
for whomever brings the best small appliances Like a new blender I've been needing one a while Damn cheap MBC! |
Toaster or blender?
Maybe a milkshake maker? Waffle iron perhaps? |
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about damn cheap MBC will he forgive me? I would gladly give you mojo for your great post but I cannot yet....:( |
My life in nine lines.....
Softball oh softball
Lots of laundry, many games Seven days a week The taxman cometh Denial my futile game April 15 sucks Substitute teacher Hated by middle schoolers But it pays the bills |
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