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Love Bites
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Love Bites |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Every Saturday that squeaky screen door would brace itself. Against the endless spring of youth wound tight. I would scamper on my dirty little toenails. A seven year hurricane holding treasure. My broken bouquet swinging madly and she would smile. The only woman in the world... And she would tell me how exotic it was. How beautiful. Just go on and on. My tiny heart trying not to burst with enamored little boy confetti. Such exotic rag weed. It must wilt in our finest vase. Twice I gave chiggers to the worlds proudest general. Displaying her Inflamed medals with that fierce Momma look. A look that that could scold the world and sent it scurrying beneath our couch. A look that said I dare you. Absolutely dare you to try and take these precious bites from me. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A seven year hurricane holding treasure Such a wonderful write, really enjoyed it! Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
This is only the second or third thing I've read from you, but I can tell already I'll be looking up the rest of your poetry. I am in love with the lack of simplicity. So much depth. Makes me think. Wonderful  |
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Shortysdadd Junior Member
since 2011-06-26
Posts 39 |
Thank you both! |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This is great. Love your style! Lori |
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