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😉
Here is the scar from the time you burned yourself pulling that pepperoni calzone out of the oven the night I had to have a pepperoni calzone and I hadn’t had solid food in eight weeks and you were worried that both me and the baby were starving so you went out and got me a pepperoni calzone even though it was a black hole of a night and freezing and even though we both knew I would just throw it up later
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1VlF9gbCDQ&feature=youtu.be
It is highly recommended that people do not seek out partners through the internet. I spoke to an intriguing young man who claimed he lived in a beautiful, exclusive area. As I inquired about this exclusive area, it became known to me that it was in fact a maximum penitentiary.
Revolve around me,
You are the moon to my earth.
Every star in the sky,
Burns in my heart’s hearth.
11 weeks, 77 days, 1848 hours,
An eternity no matter how close.
Infinity like the snake who devours,
His tail. We are the Ouroboros.
To Ma
An epic, a stranger in a strange land.
Free form always to your own rhythm,
Simply stating
Because I had to.
Life in quatrain-
Each a ballad.
Multi cadence.
Metre that of second.
Couplet of the hands,
Reflecting the heart.
Alliterating constant carousels of compassion.
Rest: oil change.
Determination: graceful.
Heart: infinite.
A parable,
Strength is being gentle and kind.
An extended metaphor.
A tree.
Every leaf.
Keeping from the cold,
Shading from the heat,
Making it easier to breath.
Your assonance
brings happiness within.
Reading over and over.
Understanding more.
Washing through.
Resonating.
Attaching.
Blooming.
One cannot hear a poem
Without it changing
You.
Thank-you to everyone who contributed their voice 😀
Appalling, it was just gangs of raccoons as far as I could see,
“Oh My! Lay down”
“Don’t even!” She squealed
That wiener looks delicious.
Fuck up the doorknob
“Well THATS a lovely sound”
“Great, I feel like a piece of shit. Â I love you”
Inhabiting our vestibular breach, the spirits found it hot of body.
Yipee!
“Grab a tub of extra creamy Jif,” quoth he.
Extra creamy is as extra creamy does,
so I take out my shotgun.
“That is an awesome idea!” she snapped,
and steered the vessel directly into the depths of despair.
Ignoring the tremendous shudder as the pressure increased,
she shamelessly plugged her upcoming gigs: