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Toads Pillow

How I yearn to write of adoration Love Pattering heartbeats and Rose petals on pillows And my how my stomach billows At the thought of you As freshly washed sheets in a springtime Blue But the brutal truth My poor valentine Regrettably Theres not one romantic bone in this body of mine Just lust care and drudgery A tad of trust between I and thee Never could fill my basket with all mine eggs Childhood prepared me with starter gun legs To deal with things in surviver mode Yet still my darling you kiss this toad

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/2/2012 8:08:00 AM
no no no no! The last three lines make be shutter. Do I read too much into this? Childhood prepared me with starter gun legs To deal with things in surviver mode Yet still my darling you kiss this toad Thank you for your lovely comment on my True Blood. love, Kathy
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Karen Deeks
Date: 6/3/2012 1:19:00 AM
Thank you so much kathryn for reading some of my writes and reviewing them.. much appreciated karen :)