Open Poetry #47 |
Counting the Daisies |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
she loves me she doesn't give a fig she loves me especially when she thaws she liked to pick the daisies repeating the well-worn phrase until one day she stopped looked at me and said who are you and why are you licking my neck it took me about fifteen more minutes before I could answer her by then she had forgotten what she'd asked ©October 27, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~* If they give you lined paper, write the other way. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I can see how that would be distracting... It's hard to take a lickin' and keep on pickin' (Ha!) Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
There are things that tend to make us forgot we are anywhere except the special place that things like neck licking can send us. Thanks for being here, Lori. ~* If they give you lined paper, write the other way. ~*~ |
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