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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
She was lemon drop With nothing on the rim Nothing but her beautiful fingers Speaking in silence Hot breeze and passing cars And brown eyes Straight through me I imagined white, picket fences End of day kisses Her smile said, "no" And she would know I could be addicted We all are, she smiled Mine was but a habit I could put down Appetizers were stay Of execution, and I, Blissfully guilty, reckoned The sinking sun gathers more Than just the darkness Because I remember too much And forget, conveniently, All the reasons why She was lemon drop And I was full of reasons Her auburn hair should fall Around something more Than emptiness I left a good tip, and More than I can remember Conveniently [This message has been edited by Robert Frazier (05-28-2008 05:55 PM).] |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A lovely vignette... with colorful lemons. A summer reprieve... |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
wonderful writing Robert! love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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