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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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 I bare my throat for fangs of old, Foolhardy perhaps, wisdom deep, Your bite will be as solid gold, Your aura so intense I weep. I've been lured to your victim's lair, As the moon passed 'neath you and I, I searched my heart as it did dare, Didn't know if I should laugh or cry. Your sweet perfume has gone so stale, You now sport a long nose and beard, Beneath your stare I feel so frail, Your lovely face has disappeared. You lower your mouth to my throat, You're excited I feel your drool, You whisper my name and then gloat, You have my blood, you sexy ghoul. ©January 24, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Is there anything you can't write? I don't think so. yes there is someone for everybody ha...Good one Jerry  ~Victoria Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, thank you, Victoria, and yes, there are things I cannot write, and the things I do manage to squeak out I can't have a goodly feeling about most of them. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Whoa!!! Gonna make me think twice . . . if ever the occasion arises - enjoyed my friend. Nicely done. j. |
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