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Posted: 2/3/2007 12:25:24 PM | I sit here clenched in quiet rage
not knowing what happened to this POF page
my fingers scratch in chicken like pecking
just to jump over 41 pages of limitless rechecking
my robe just holds my body tight like a sage
to find me yet again turning a POF page
I would not try to think as to why
but my online addiction gives me reasons why
to try to find someone so mellow
is why I whisper, puff and bellow
that train you speak off will come in time
but have you paid the proper line?
the express I wish best is heart felt trails
as I search for someone to ride these rails
she puffs into the station with steamy smiles
and my masculinity stands the test of these trials
she wanders her way through a sea of faces
with her piercing eyes full of graces
she winks her eye and her charm spills over
and I feel my heart rolling in green clover
a field of dreams she has chugged through
and valleys so low that her universe only knew
as clouds disappear and I wait at the gate
her strut and sexy smile seal my fate
this woman is just not a prizeful figure
she holds my heart but with a single quiver
my arrows fly and sometimes with wit
she carries me home like there's no end to it
and yet again I sit here comfy and robed
I feel like my sincerity and love has been probed
I love to share what this woman is to me
she loves me so dear and I think of her continually
so back to the man with guitar in hand
who may live in rhyme squalor
but a season to you and a lexicon collar
try not to force a stubborn banter
but feel the taste of a streaming decanter
a pure heart and a love for wit
can sometimes make you a silly twit
I could go on for days making stress
but the readers might think I digress
to unfold one's heart is a tricky thing
and to put it to chord with an electric string
I would not be lost in a compromised tone
just realize who is on the throne
be it God, self or a dazzling demon
when you LQQK in the mirror make sure yur not dreamin
just gather yur thoughts and search deep within
and free yurself from that burdensome sin
the simple life oh what can that be?
to sit here sharing even... methodically
but I digress some more with a bullied style
and find myself in a heap of belial
I know not where this begins or ends
but in a POF thread that has severed ends
how will I get back to a connection so dear
yet to have it censored again a job they hold dear
while limitless banners fly in the current so high
does anyone think to ask or know why?
this money culture with a proclivity for fame
has once again whored out inhibitions and shame
in the guise of finding a significant other
they beat us with anarchy and and a six string buffer
I say its not me or you to decide
but yet once again the questions reside
our hearts cannot know the breadth and the like
when our weaknessess drip out at the end of that spike
so POF you have done it again... nothing's free my friend
we fight, we joke, we pick apart each other
we partake in a community of online big brother
don't think yur info is as safe as it seems
for stranger things have happened in similar schemes
the day they start up a paysite and wander
is the day the train pulls out
so fruitless with ponder
does anyone care and do they relate
to a chat world gone wrong with cliquish hate
but LQQK at me while I'm still digressing
I'm missing the part that's fit for dressing
I touched upon her earlier in my whirlwind of chatter
and my heart is fixed on her sooner not latter
so I'll think I'll quit yet while I still have speak
and resist the urge to continually tweak
its true that words can effortlessly hang
but in a square my friend they obtusely twang
you have to be acute and with trilateral tone
to wrap it all up together and be in the zone
like a 95 yard field goal that's good to the end
we stand to our feet and cheer in the harmonic blend
and hey , that reminds me with a Bear winning shout
those Colts are just patties waiting to be ground out
but who's to say where it will all end
are the odds stacked high enough to favor a friend?
~Uzi~ | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 12:56:28 PM | Bobby, thank you for the comment, glad you enjoyed Stress incontinence, [moves quietly around, no crackle and sway on this gal!].
Crisis mind:
Sonnet, it matters not if I should write?
Such complex notions add to shadows' will,
And knotted thoughts in crisis mind still fight,
Illusive dreams of love and truth instil.
Translated pictures from mind's eye convert,
To simple words of love exposed; laid bare,
Dispel divides, secure; soul disconcert,
Should love's lost phoenix rise from dust; despair.
If deserving words, once in form complete,
Whisper soft sounds of loves' desire impart,
E're hapless knights invade my heart; deceit,
To sear my flesh and tear my soul apart.
Struggled words of poets' refrained; recoiled.
Untarnished dreams of love remain; unspoiled. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 2:01:48 PM | Janey1066,
It is a bit hard to follow, but take the time. Read it slow and several times and you will begin to understand the beauty of this poem. I was mesmorized with the word play and the emotion that is not contrived, at all. Loved it. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 4:30:32 PM | | hi zeuscjj, thank you for the comment, am pleased you enjoyed it. This was the first sonnet i wrote, it is probably the most complex i have written so far, rhyme is not really my thing, i much prefer free verse, and most of my rhyming stuff, is very adult humour, not that i dare post much of it here! janey :) | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 4:53:18 PM | janey--wtg on the sonnet. I havent even thought about attempting one. Give yourself a huge hand from me girl.
"Final Fall"
Suffering, pain and sorrow, will all remain tomorrow
why not concentrate on the good in life
we look for a new love, for our one and only true love
a lady seeks a husband, a man seeks a wife
time is our best commodity, though some may find it an oddity
that we display our lives on a public dating site
and we keep on searching for the one, who will make our lives more fun
someone to have and hold all through the night
I may find him here, the man I will hold so dear
and then again he might not be here at all
but I will still keep on trying, my heart is simply dieing
to find a love and take that final fall | |
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| Poems That Rhyme, Please
Posted: 2/3/2007 5:23:29 PM | Elusive 1..It doesn't matter where the words came from..They are here, and welcome..
"My mind just screams" is a great write..Thanks..
Have Bait..I really enjoyed "On a beach, with no one there'..Welcome back to the thread..Do stop in more often...
Zeusc..Two poems..Not bad for a start  ..Come on back, whenever you like.. 
Pockets..You, too have been away for far too long..Good to see you!!.."Poems of crime" is a welcome addition the the rhymes..Thank you, indeed..
Coyote, Not Ugly..Trains was fun to read..I am enjoying the scenery...I hope you have more; I enjoyed it thoroughly.....
Fishing For Answers..An awesome piece..Very deep, and beautiful..Music would be very appropriate..
Janey..A brilliant foray into sonnet..Just lovely..Thank you very much..For someone who prefers 'free verse', you are accomplished in 'rhyme'.. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 7:36:01 PM | "Little Piece of Jagged Ice"
I was strolling along in 20 below
when my boot was caught in the frozen snow
I bent down in caution to examine the sight
for my boot was fixated in immobile plight
I saw my new earth shoe had encountered some trouble
and thoughts ran through me like a burst union bubble
for these earth shoes were made over in China
where the workers and Walmart fit like a stick and angina
Oh little jagged piece of ice from nature's frozen realm
you've pointed out folly with international overwhelm
in a country whose workers are slave nation trade
your crystalline ice protrudes in a frozen crag made
so how long will we keep replacing earth shoes
at the rate of three a year they are very unglued
yet we think that the price is very well all that
our jobs go to citizens drinking rice soup from a vat
when Clinton and his NWO buddies made a deal with the devil
is it only I who seems just a bit ticked and disheveled?
OH LITTLE jagged piece of ice how I would melt you with a blow torch
but with cold chapped hands I walk away to my front porch
I realize God put the ice in the snow
but politicians delivered a much harder blow
Oh jagged little piece of ice are you sovereign and tax exempt?
do you fight for your life and hold me in contempt?
are you a mere fantasy placed in this tundra of true life political fiction
or are you the eyes and the ears of this economical friction?
when did I agree to the 14th amendment?
and its voluntary servitude placed in visible format?
for in the 13th amendment they made it so
and laid out provisions to let we the people know
that no condition may be without forfeiting your rights
but if we the people agree we have turned out the lights
to a darkened home, job... wherever it may be
to find themelves, their family chained to a govt tree
for when you need a permit to piss
you deny your Creator from giving you bliss
so there you have it from the moment of birth
you cannot prove a thing and where lies yur worth?
if a man cannot live by God's word alone
then in each man's heart sits a statutory govt throne
Oh little jagged piece of ice... we are like brothers
just put on my shoes and walk in my druthers
and I will adjust to the cold blue ice
that has been formed for eons so packed and nice
Oh little jagged piece of ice how clearly you were formed
when in conception you fell and with yur own earth shoes adorned
so who the hell am I made in fear and wonder
compared to you I must seem like a wreckless blunder
Oh little piece of jagged ice I hesitate to ponder
and I think twice to heat you asunder
Oh little piece of jagged ice what is yur fate
like the rain forests will you disappear or find a new mate?
Oh little jagged piece of ice I think we can work it out
for if you stay yur way... my ship is headed out | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 7:40:33 PM | A Date:
I went on date with a woman "va va voom!"
Her number I found while in a mensroom.
Blond hair and blue eyes, a vision of sweet
I wonder if she'll notice im only half greek
A greeting we say with quick hug and quick kiss,
12 beers I did have, now im needing to piss
She said she liked diamonds and things made of glass.
lets hope she likes romance i caught her this bass.
To the dance floor we go like Sonny and Cher
I say to myself "at her boobs do not stare"
She asks me for my income, my job and blood sample
I told her im rich for her boobs were quite ample
"Stop looking at my boobs you dirty old fart"
My plans of just "peeking" are falling apart.
We go to my place, im hoping for "nookies"
If "NO" she does say...ill ply her with cookies.
We hop into bed, over night she will stay
She jumps on my face with a "Hi-Ho Silver AWAY!"
thank you thank you ..im here all week..enjoy the roast beef buffet its lovely.. | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 8:35:52 PM | New fallen snow far and wide
Cleanses the land like the tide
A gift from above
A cherub to love
Enjoying the moment
Enduring the cold
Speed of the hill
A child to mold
To grasp what is real
Throw your things away
Love and live
We are all astray | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 9:17:33 PM | posted in first, last
a sculpture for posterity
double checked for verity
an exacting replication
with not a single variation
a band aid with artistic bent
on rock stars to experiment
phallus no longer mystery
the rest is simply history | |
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Posted: 2/3/2007 9:33:54 PM | I finally got someone to respond
to the number I put in the stall
It took quite awhile but then late one night
he did pick the phone up and call
Perhaps had he cut down the number of beers
then he could have noticed that I
am not blond (its fake), and so are the boobs
you guessed it I'm really a guy!
You'd think that he would have noticed
when we hopped right into the bed
but by then he had finally passed out
Guess those beers they went right to his head! | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 1:44:59 AM | That Dazzling Dream
The lease on love one cannot well define
if oh the joys that he'd be known to feel
when in this case it's his to underline
her kisses bound his very fate to seal
Such magic made that he is mesmerized
and though he'd try (that angel close at hand)
more blessings had than ever verbalized
his tongue's revealed as being made of sand
But so it goes when heaven has decreed
it's time to cast that former self aside
the day now come that love should intercede
that dazzling dream that's not to be denied
Feb. 4, 2007 | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 2:18:25 AM | Dayz 'n' Nightz
I can't be something im not..yes part of me a clown
In laughter i could drown..
Getting on with life pretending to myself you are someone i forgot
I need to get on with things
But forgetting that i loved you that...i did not!
The days are short
And the nights are so very long
Its times like these you have to be strong
Do the British thing and keep a stiff upper lip
Wouldnt be surprised if people were miffed
Cos i seem to be fine till i finish my shift!
So like a possesed zombie i go from day to day
Like playing a part in a film what can i say?
like Groundhog day...with a repetatitve routine
I would love to strangle the director who created this scene!
I suppose i am lucky to be alive and well
Lucky im gifted..that i can buy and can sell
Lucky that i was born with the gift 'o' the gab!
Lucky right now i'm not carrying too much flab!:)
So just about to do another take
Being alone and being fake
Then back home alone after being the clown
Missing you so much in floods of tears
So many tears i could almost drown:( | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 3:16:57 AM | Hi Bobby, here's a couple I wrote some time ago for a girl I knew...
The time has come for us my friend
When we both know this has to end
We've talked and listened and learnt a little
And each know the other is but a riddle
Peice by peice we've come to know
As much as each of us is willing to show
We both know we can play the fool
And rattle off some meaningless spool
But no! Not the same old story for this one
Is it just me or could she really be the one?
Should I tell the truth of how I feel?
And risk my heart being her next meal
No I don't that would be wise
So friends it is in diguise...
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There comes a time in one's life
When its all about truth and happiness forget the strife
I've been waiting just exhisting looking for the sign
But alas there is nothing is it that I'm blind?
No I don't think that this is true
Its just of all the colours I could have been I chose blue
I ask myself why do I let this be?
Afterall I just want to be set free
Now the clouds around me have started to part
What is this warmth I feel? Could it be my heart?
Its been so long I just don't know
All I know is I want it to grow
It feels like sunshine with its warmth and its light
Melting away my fears ,m its time for day forget the night
Something inside of me has come alive
Buzzing and working its magic like bee's in a hive
I sit here thinking gazing into space
While life around me moves at its usual pace
What is it that has opened my heart and mind?
It is you my dear with your smile and thoughts so kind
No one is perfect we know this to be true
But this gift I've received has come from you....
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I wrote this one for my sister in law after the death of her father and she was having troubles with her siblings....
We live life like its a race
Moving around at a frenetic pace
At times going so fast
That we miss the big picture as it flys past
What does it take to slow us down
To regain clarity and get our feet on the ground
To make us stop and smell the flowers
Or even gaze at the stars for hours
What has to happen for us to look inside
To slow down the pace of our stride
I only know that it comes as a supprise
Be it good or bad it only has to open our eyes
To the world in which we live but not always see
Because alot of us just run threw it blindly
Busy for the betterment of our lives
Which we would stop and enjoy if we had the time
I guess that time is the key
It stops for no one on its march to eternity
Pressuring us to rush and get things done
And then before we know it our time has come....
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Well bobby I hope these are worthy of this forum, they are my own work. I have a whole book full of them. Having read a few of the other posts there are some great examples out there. Please everyone feel free to comment on them its not often I put them up for public scrutiny.......... thanks for taking the time to read them..... Craig | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 11:47:24 AM | Do not enter into my tomb with ears that dont hear nor eyes that need'nt see...
when all i take from you is your internal being of life so easily..
i will hold your hand and walk in time..
without words to spill upon a vivacious rhyme...
i am who i am....
.........not liked nor appreciated....
i am who i am..
...........though so many think they know of my bullshit....
they know nothing of the one i have inside..
of the insatiable being that keeps my soul alive...
of the hate and rage that fills my internal pride....
destined to walk alone...
......with noone to walk beside...
i am the one that so many look for..
the one so many think of and adore....
yet they see not the face of my own planted upon the floor....
from the swinging of the bat or the bash of the door.....
so many look at the one i appear to be..
the one with boldness and brash sensuality....
yet never do they see the vengence of the beings of me...
the blackened waves that crash unperilously......
thruout my own mind within the darkened sea......
I love but a few..
.......the ones i hold dear....
the ones i cherish and hold closer than near.....
the ones that tend to wipe away my cascading tear...
to them i am whole....
.....i am human ..
.............yet consumed by fear.....
they do not see the tears that flow....
they do not visualize the tension and pain my soul tends to show....
that is a factor to them i would rather not know....
I am who i am...
..........as i say so often than not.....
never needing to factor in lies or deceit no need to ever plot.....
i am more than most know yet never will view....
for so many never see past the grey tint in eyes so blue.....
into the horrific past of a beauty without the true....
i am who i am yet known wholey by but a few.......
~~Lisa Anne | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 12:15:44 PM | I'm a poet, believe it or not.
If you're wanting poetry for songs...tell me what you want you shall recieve...but i want the rights...lol. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 12:48:03 PM | My Firmament Of Love
Were love a crime I’d do my time
Inside those iron bars
But as it’s not and hits the spot
I’ll thank my lucky stars
And think of you the way I do
Upon that moonlit night
When all is well and I can tell
You’re taking great delight
In sending vibes that none describes
Unless he’s tuned above
Where moon and star know that you are
My firmament of love
Feb. 4, 2007 | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 12:51:44 PM | dont call me old
just because im not as young as before
im even more bold
and know better what life is for.
dont think ive had it
just because im not as quick
i want but dont need my rocker
i can still get with the click.
we may be called golden oldies
by the young-uns today
but contrary to the popular belief
we can still get out and play. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2007 6:16:32 PM | posted once
no demons can be messing
or talking in my head
although I'll be confessing
I check under my bed
I look for eyes a gleaming
or the ivory flash of fangs
as quiet as it's seeming
there's uneasy little pangs
are they hiding between clothing
or behind my shower curtain
filled with fear and loathing
I'll check until I'm certain | |
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MD1973
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Joined: 10/2/2005
Msg: 2847 | |
| Poems That Rhyme, Please
Posted: 2/4/2007 6:53:57 PM | My precious kindred spirit,
Do you doubt we’ll share,
A love transcendent,daring,
And truly rare?
Our souls dominion;
Will give us no choice.
Time has frozen my dreams still,
Until I hear your voice.
If fate has its way
Your eyes will meet mine,
Lost in forever
We’ll travel past time,through worlds
Bound in each others eyes
Then, long awaited
Our hands will touch;
Mine, fragile, soft,
Yours warm and safe.
No thoughts will break,
Or suspend our dance.
When our souls meet,
Our hearts take to chance.
A force of nature,
Destiny shall ordain.
Our will cast aside,
Released from the pain.
To each other's center,
We will be led,
Seduction upon us,
Our hungers fed.
My heart, for you only,
My flesh will surrender,
Respond to your warmth,
To your touch, so tender.
A coveted encounter,
Fulfilled at long last,
We’ll know from then on,
If this will just pass.
The danger for us,
Will be revealed then -
What might be our future... | |
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Posted: 2/5/2007 5:07:47 AM | Song Sung Clear
When we lend an ear and the words are clear
it's a cinch to get things right
but if things we hear are but dark and drear
it's a world in black and white
In the coloured scheme is the living dream
as the rainbow's hues impart
with a message plain that's a sweet refrain
that resounds inside your heart
In the open field is the wine unsealed
whence the toast that sates the tongue
with the poet's word that the minstrel heard
made the song that's being sung
In the clearest tone are such factors known
none refutes nor takes to task
and this song we sing is the hope we bring
is there more that one could ask
Feb. 5, 2007 | |
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Tobs78
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Joined: 7/3/2006
Msg: 2849 | |
| Poems That Rhyme, Please
Posted: 2/5/2007 5:37:02 AM | I made a stranger cry last night
but her tears were not from me
she read my words and what I have lived
and she felt the same way recently
She looked at me with a smile
as tears streamed down her face
wanting to say something to me
but not being able to find her place
She told me it wasn't fair
and that she wished there were more men like me
she said it just wasn't right anymore
to live amongst so much misery
That there are no longer gentlemen
but boys with rude words and anger
and knowing that there are only so few
leaves her romantic life in danger
That her son may grow up not knowing his dad
and she will have to stay strong for them both
which means she will always be on guard
and will never give in to her hope
She cried into my arms last night
and I held her and kissed her hair
"You'll always have me as a friend, love...
...my words will always be here."
"Think of me when you are feeling down,
think of me and smile instead of cry.
Think of me when you are really hurting...
I will be thinking of you, that is no lie." | |
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Posted: 2/5/2007 4:15:26 PM | Dropping this one in here Bobby, I have no idea why this came to mind. Maybe with Valentines Day around the corner. Not sure. But I'm sure it's worth sharing :)
Does anyone here know the story of 'straw' 'berries'?
There is a traditional song that goes with this legend, this part of history, and I dont have an english version, but I'll try to relate the story without it. Bear with me a while.
As background: Have you ever hunted wild strawberries? If so you will know they are tiny, very sweet, and very adept at hiding! To find them is a joy, and often takes a skilled hunter, knowing the places they might hide to grow. In a world filled with vigorously growing berries in the forest....these are the 'prize'.
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Many years ago when a boy would court a girl
It wasnt just 'do ya wanna date'? or out the door he'd be hurled
It was a gentle art of showing that his thoughts were keen
And to the parents house would come, with intentions, not just dreams
One way to show his love was real, to test his intended's zeal
To show the parents that he had the stuff that made it real
Was in an act of proving that his hunting skills were honed
And also that he'd think of her and spoils be brought to home
And so the lad would go to forest, take himself a straw
A long and skinny piece of grass, to present at parents door
And then a hunting he would go, to find the blessed sweets
The wild untamed small berries, to present to his love as treats
And as he wandered through the glades, he sang a little song
And hunted these small berries through the morn and all day long
Each tiny berry that he found, he threaded on the straw
A bead of love for his intended, then he'd hunt for more
And as his bounty grew, and twas enough to round her wrist
He knew that he just had to hunt for more, less love be missed
And so each corner of the forest, swept by his young eyes
As hunters instincts keened in him, to win his hoped for prize
And sing his song he did for her, and as his berries grew
His love he worked so hard for in these berries, now he knew
As day past high and still that straw would fit only her throat
He keened his sense one more time, so love would not be broke
And as he hunted, teasingly these berries smelled so sweet
And as he'd hunted all day long, had nothing himself to eat
At this point he could make a choice, and eat his just desserts
Or test if his own love was true, hunt on, although it hurt
If he could find the berries that would fill that blessed straw
And with each bead of sweetness added, love his bride still more
He would, when had his berry straw, present himself to door
Of parents and hold out his off'ring, ask for nothing more
And if his love accepted it, and wore the berry straw
And ate each tasty morsel from it, wanting ever more
Each bead that held his love for her, in gentle hands was held
His offer was accepted and, in her, his love now dwelled
cpr *champrins*
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So many things in life we never stop to think where the name came from
Or what might be the significance of it
Next time you eat a 'strawberry', or a lover slips one into your glass of champagne
Spare a thought for where the name came from .....this 'fruit of love'
And enjoy each tiny morsel :)
salty | |
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