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One on his finger

One on his finger, one in his nose; Crackers and honey, marsh mellow toes; Voluptuous women, desire that grows; And what is the problem, he’ll never know Seashell collectors, wadding through waves; Tight fitting swimsuits, eyes now enslaved; And no matter the sizes, it passes the days; And is there a problem, can anyone say. Kimono clad women, looking for tips; Sweet tasting poppers, with hot mustard lips; Rice wine and toppers, perspiring hips; Hopeful attempts; served up in quips One on his finger, a sign on the door; Huddled together, with tears on the floor; Nothing to hope for, they’re gone ever more; But the movie continues, from mountains to shore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 10/7/2011 5:59:00 PM
Such a cute and fun verse, Leo!! Lots of imagery to fill all the senses!! Nicely done! Love, Mikki
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Leonard Taormina
Date: 10/8/2011 6:59:00 AM
Thanks michelle; long time no hear.
Date: 7/23/2011 8:50:00 PM
A fascinating verse done with great style. So glad I found you.
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Leonard Taormina
Date: 10/8/2011 7:01:00 AM
Hi elizabeth sorry it took so long to reply I've been blocked for a very long stretch
Date: 7/12/2011 7:40:00 PM
been a long time but you still have your touch. john
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Leonard Taormina
Date: 10/8/2011 7:02:00 AM
you're kind sir and thank you.