Open Poetry #40 |
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Eve & Howard (making up) |
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howardtsu Senior Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 678 |
howard : she’s got her Irish Spring so now she can have a fling and plus it's spring all the witty lads are ready to sing ring!!!!!!! ...... the telephone, who could this be? hello ... eve : is this my fellow? howard : you’re sounding mellow eve : i miss your jello howard : i’m mixing Jell-O eve : i'll be right over [after a short drive] howard : so how was Dover? is it over? eve : sweetie, you’re my clover howard : but his land rover …… ? eve : can’t match your four wheel drive before you arrived …. [howard nods] i know, i thought our high fives were just a myth eve : we pled the fifth howard : and then he fled with your Granny Smith pies eve : i took your sunrise howard : i shook your French fries we should’ve been a cinch for happy hi’s we moved and inch and now our bye’s could clear the inch beneath our skies i filled your trench with needless highs but still you flinched with heedless cries how could I quench my soulmate’s sighs when you were already drenched with eyes that care? eve : is that the monkey wrench in why we stare …. howard : .... at heart? eve : we’re too far apart at least in part how was I to know the word “depart” meant we would glow inside your art? if i was sent to fill your shopping cart with pleasure then why didn’t we treasure the moments? howard : maybe, my lovely component ….. eve : wait a moment ... !!! i got it (to be continued) love, eve & howard |
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