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oceanvu2 Senior Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 1066Santa Monica, California, USA |
Leavening Agents Looking in my cupboard for a leavening agent, I find yeast and baking powder. One for white Bread, one for corn bread. Neither one will Lift you up. How do I address your bed bound State? What moves you, my sweet Lump beneath The covers? It isn’t conversation; we’re talked out. It’s not the music that I make. I’ve lost my voice. It’s not my love. I can’t be funny any more, and We’ve lost laughter. Blossom Dearie, Jimmy Scott, The taste for things we share, no longer have a Sharpness on our tongues. What lifts you up? What makes you fly? God’s witness, I fail through I try. [This message has been edited by oceanvu2 (05-09-2007 08:33 PM).] |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
funny and good. free spirit. enjoyed with laugh. |
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oceanvu2 Senior Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 1066Santa Monica, California, USA |
Hi Drauntz! Well, gee, I thought this was one of my serious poems. So much for what I think! Very best, Jim |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
"Looking in my cupboard for a leavening agent, I find yeast and baking powder. One for white Bread, one for corn bread. Neither one will Lift you up." Even drunk woman does not think like this!!! good laugh on you smart expression. |
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