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The Seasoning of Expression
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The Seasoning of Expression |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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My days are mere slices of crust from a tree Slivers of sentiment, trying to plea Leaflets of letters confined in a book Loaded with I’s that are trying to look Looking for oceans where couplets are blue Floating on currents and swells, of seduce The wind is now gasping, the air is now pulled The surge is tide over, the moon is now full We are seasoning purpose forgot We are the essence that destiny bought The thrashing, of thyme is drowning in flavor Only the blending of spirit can savor Open your senses and, taste every letter The page is my salt and the wording is pepper  |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Spicy from the bottom up Richy! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Alphabet soup of the day Richy, mmmm, mmmm good! A poem to savor! Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
My, but we're intent with desire today, Richy. ~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~ |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Spice does seem to settle to the bottom doesn’t it Max Yes alphabet soup Lori.. it looks like you got a bowl full with all the, mmmmmm’s Jerry.. I’m intent with desire, every day Thanks folks! |
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