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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required After not having seen me for years, Mimi touched my face devoid of hairs, and quipped, "You're every bit as cute as when you were young and hirsute, and your darn cheek hairs would sting like spears. During a wild game of strip poker she teased a guy trying to poke her, “The rules of the game are such, you can look, but you can't touch! ~ unless you slip me that there joker.” She was such a delectable dish! She said, “I’ll see you around 8-ish?” So I rang the bell on her door, a good fifteen minutes before, cuz I didn't wanna be late-ish. I once knew an old bookworm from Maine. One day, the worm snuck into his brain, and there, ate many a cell, and much gray matter as well, till he went wacky ~ which is insane! I can’t believe this guy! He just tried to pick the apple of my eye! I said, "Are you serious? You think she would want you? That's hilarious!” Two weeks later, guess who I saw walking by. We serve water from toilet to tap. Surprise! It don't taste a bit like crap. We cleanse our water till it's as pure as freshest spring water, that's for sure. Why are you holding your nose, old chap? Each time I hear Hark, the angel, sing, I think "Wow, what an amazing thing!” Hark can as thunderously bellow as any other show biz fellow, and knock off her socks and everything. I'm a real pragmatist through and through. So when she asked, "How'd you like to screw?" ~ I said, "Show me the plan. What do you expect from a man? And what can a man expect from you?” Relaxing in a super hot bath, I felt atoms tickling my ass. There must've been zillions ~ or ~ maybe just trillions. Not sure, cuz ~ I'm so bad at math. An atom's proton asked the neutron, "Hey, Bud. Do'ya know what's going on?" "Yeah, sure. We're about to be split. So, that'll be the end of it. Watch out for the flash. Keep your shades on." I find it so effervescent that you let me explore your fertile crescent. I know ~ my requests are incessant ~ I'm such a total adolescent. But thanks for being so acquiescent. This morning, my yard was hopping with squirrels and rabbits busily shopping for pine needles, berries, and cones, perfumes, oils, and sweet colognes, to entice partners for this evening's bebopping. The fox said to the wolf in a huff. "We're making this problem way too tough. You take that pig, Sandie, and I'll take that lamb, Randy. And we split Bugs, if that ain't enough." There was some tumultuous to do in the pouch of a glum kangaroo. The twins were jumping and springing, doing summersaults and singing, making mommie kangaroo ~ so blue. If there was ever a time for now, it looks to me you missed it somehow. Though, I’m sure that I did mention it's best if you pay attention. Or is that now ~ what you'll disavow. I asked her if she wanted to go. She said, "To where?" I said, “I don't know.” She said, “Wow, that’s really wild! Ever since I was a child that's where I longed to go ~ how'd you know?” A float on the gay Seine was the scene for the crowning of our beauty queen. And a straight guy in drag, so proudly waved our flag for HeSheThey ~ and all in between. What I saw in your vicinity was delicious femininity. And the wiles that entered my head, I very quickly put to bed for fear of the Holy Trinity. Holy bejeezus! Time ran out for getting things straight with Jesus! And now I'm dead, with only the prospect of hell ahead, when in fact, I’d wanted to go somewhere where it sometimes also freezes. Jill and I don't speak in many words. We tend to communicate like birds. In zany tweets and wacky twitter, she teases me, whereas I kid her, in fab fields of sillies and absurds. Let our bygones be bygones, my dear. And let's quaff the last of this beer. And while the old moon gapes, let's traipse like some wild apes, haply into a phosphorous New Year. "No, no, no, no, no!" said the bawd to the beau. "You may be better looking, but that don't mean I'm cooking, or doing dishes ten days in a row. So yes, I would much rather than not take a good, hard look at what you've got. And if you've got too little, I might be noncommittal. But surely not if you've got a lot. I tried to put my life up for sale. As it turned out, to no avail. There was little to no interest, not on Etsy, nor on Pinterest. Might it be my life was just too stale? Mine is the shortest tongue on the block. They got proof ~ now, I’m the laughingstock. Why did I agree to compare. I'm gonna kill someone, I swear. Cuz now they say it's also my cock!
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