Open Poetry #50 |
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She And I Had A Floral Arrangement: She Had Twolips To Die For... |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
Yes it’s me again no longer hiding from view like you always knew Wilted in your pot Not looking like the flower you once thought you were Ain’t it so, Pete Moss? Still digging up dirt on her? She asked you to stop You should have listened Now it’s the greenhouse for you You remember that… Fresh fertile eyes...her She’s looking for you, Pete Moss To put you under Mulching aerator and a season to decay makes lovely flowers The pride of Fleet Street The florist makes great meat pies when the flowers wilt ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Jeeze Bluesy! Now you're writing crazy plots to murder mysteries, is there anything you can't do? You are writing me under the table. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
You're so cute, Miss Lori! Ha-ha! Maybe I should steer you to where all the 'cabin business' first started..."Book One". There you'll see more gore and guts! Ha-ha! Here it is... /pip/Forum107/HTML/001026.html See ya! ![]() ...just bein' Bluesy |
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