Open Poetry #50 |
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The Things Her Index Finger Have Done: It Will Always Be Like An Hour Ago... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
Pursuing love with small change so much moss gathering on my shoes covering my underfoot dreams then... A refreshing scent drifted my way awakening my slumbering spirit warming my insatiable soul then... So much moss fell from my shoes when you, my tender lover held me up at Balboa pier and now, Toots, my adrenaline rush for you is ever-stronger ...See you “soon” ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Awww . . . Gotta love a woman like that, who can, and who will do what she did for you at "Balboa pier." Gotta love it. And I do. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
'Gotta love' your reply, Jerry...'and I do!' Many thanks, indeed! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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