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I like you because your perfume smells nice... But it's not mine it's my uncle's, great grandfather - he purchased it from aunt melrose corner!
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
If I wake at 6:00 am, will I need to be on the farm! The places that no person would ever dear to - love is an illusion...
***** Intro: I would give "anything" to change.............. Please just look me, in my face!! Tell me, everything will be okay - just tell me!!
My first kiss - it was nothing, a piece of rock, that sorta looks like a FROG! My first encounter with, let's say, the "genitals" - it was like an episode of Star Trek, and "SPROCK", has no home, who had perhaps felt like some cockroaches, I don't know!
What’s the time, Mr. Wolf? 6:45 The factory hooter sounds (17 seconds) Heard for miles. Viscount Bolingbroke at Lydiard Millicent
By Keith Butlerabout a month ago in Poets
My middle finger is called the thumb! In the dictionary, sure, we can erase! But how long does it take - to start a "NEW" race!
I have drank water from something intolerable! The stench is in my throat - daily, I think of what I could do! At first, the person who "fell in love" with me, said - "you're not that bad, and we could help"!
Administering Characteristically, Reprehensibly ____________________________________________________ A/N: Solidarity. May those who oppress in the name of power find no shelter come winter.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Poets
I've eaten "Ice-cream" before - AMEN! I've eaten "Ice-scream" before - AMEN! Sometimes it's weird learning how to spell! At first I've learnt that scream is a shout!
Some of us ladies, aren't great at this thing here; so I'll just tell you what I've been thinking, HERE! Valentines day, 1998 - he said he had a "GIRLFFRIEND".
I'm not really into politics But I know politics is really into me Into you and everyone I pass in the street It's in the places where I buy my groceries
By Cadmaabout a month ago in Poets
Dirty Old Town The streets are thick with soot and rain a child stands waiting, thin with pain her dress is torn, her shoes are weak
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
