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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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My hair is a mess of unforgiven resolutions. My back knows the gloaming of antiquity. Did I use those words right? I'm stretching my arms like pieces of gum. Gummy elbow, hmm, wonder if it tastes like strawberries. I can't reach. Something else I can't remember. The sun rises like a glowing potato. I should probably brush my teeth. My eyes know the sight of my eyes. At this hour, glass always laughs. This mirror is foggy, laughing at me. Said if I only could ... |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
Mike- you've ripped thoughts out of my head wrapped them in christmas words and birthdayed my eyes I have been to those stanzas and they were not always pleasant verses to visit you are a gift to this forum dude BS |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
 Thanks, Brian!Said if I only could ... |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Yanno, it's been said, that I sound like a popcorn popper, when I get out of the rack. note to Karenity & deTanya, (Rack = bed, in this context) Liked the "Sgt. Pepperishness" ~Ed |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
You just gave stretching on the rack a new context. |
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