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Misplaced

locating my frolic
lost somewhere along the way
discarded among my happy-go-lucky
brazen swagger
with teeth gritted for effect
dealing with the dust and dream
looking for my sizzle to find
used to fit snug, like a
a patented soft leather glove
been told I look lustful
in my leathers
ahhh . . .
found my misplaced frolic
to wear with pride
feels so good
I allow it to be unbuttoned
exposing my glad

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 5/16/2015 11:13:00 AM
There are so many things we lose along the way of growing in Life, it is a shame ... I have a solution..." Peter Pan Syndrome " wouldn't it be " Loverly ?"...that was quite a motorcycle ride !!! PS. now please remove those bugs from your teeth... :) kj
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Date: 3/24/2015 12:55:00 PM
Funny...and cute...would have been perfect with the brazen swagger had the latter not been discarded...:)
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Date: 7/13/2014 11:14:00 AM
This is good Jerry I use to like guys in Leather back in the day. Do you also ride a motorcycle ? What happened to your other poems - did you delete them? Have a great day.... Lucilla
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Date: 7/2/2014 5:37:00 PM
This is good Jerry. I'm glad you founded it. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla
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Jerry Bolton
Date: 7/2/2014 5:42:00 PM
Thank you very much, Lucilla, I appreciate you being here.
Date: 6/3/2014 3:35:00 PM
haha, the last two lines. not sure if you unbuttoned for effect or if like me, to accommodate a little weight gain!! This is a COOL one!!!
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Jerry Bolton
Date: 6/3/2014 3:45:00 PM
Heh.Heh Glad you enjoyed my little trip into la-la land, Andrea. These little whatever they are sneak upon me from time to time. Thank you.

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