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Your Table
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Your Table |
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bbent Senior Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 521Alaska |
Your garden of pleasures, so wild and so free... Beckons to me to be tended... With tender attention, and sweet nurturing, love’s harvest is real, not pretended... Moist furrows, and soft mounds, a culinary delight... Long nights full of pleasure they bear... I could eat from your table, each day of my life, and never grow tired of the fare... Live like it's your last day... Dance like nobody's watching... Love like you've never been hurt... [This message has been edited by bbent (edited 07-16-2001).] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
that last stanza is really fine!!!!! |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Hmmm...gives new meaning to 'table for two'. Enjoyed. |
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bbent Senior Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 521Alaska |
Thankyou VAS...the last verse was my favorite also. Live like it's your last day... |
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bbent Senior Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 521Alaska |
Thanks JLR and I do believe you are right. Live like it's your last day... |
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