Iambe never minced words Or onions for that matter But like the onionís sting Both could make your eyes water If you were too close
Iíd been out on the Redrock Moving cattle from one section To new pasture on the Pantois River Trying to scrape together enough money To trade my old truck for one with Fewer holes in the floorboards
Iím not sure what set her off But I know my short answer to her first Slice of words was no help
I poured myself a cup of coffee Sat down at the table across from her And listened as she told me She hadnít seen me changing fast enough To suit her tastes and that I was never Going to get itÖ.
Now I am not sure what ďitĒ was So maybe she is right on that point I did however know what I was getting From her right now wasn't an IT I'd ever understand and that mincing onions was prefered to mixing words with Iambe
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Both could make your eyes water If you were too close =============================
Now I am not sure what "it" was So maybe she is right on that point I did however know what I was getting From her right now wasn't an IT I'd ever understand and that mincing onions was prefered to mixing words with Iambe ===============================
thank you poet sir...this moth loves getting her way *L* ... and like your writing...Iambe has many fans here.... would I seem greedy to ask for more? and I know you already know this...but... I like the ones where she gives "it" to you the way you like "it" rofl
clever analogy of her spice and the onion Capt. TY
(smiles) And after all that onion chopping, maybe those tears will encourage IT! (giggles) This is wonderful, sweet friend, I just love this lambes, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing!
May love and light always shine upon you!
Love, Noah Eaton
where the sky and horizon meet