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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3965 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention silly postcard talk j dillaby my darling- what to say to you is lost among the violets and roses of sport adled memory. how to feel is lost like rock crack in a shag rug or perhaps a pop in your smile. my sweet you are, yes, with my sweat on your toungue, that gleam in your eye, using it like bait for sport selling it for paradise, trading rubbish for rainbows. my jewel's hand- you're a signature eye, talented no doubt, tattooing my brain all the way as i make love to your memory. my dancing star- not so bright so i might not see, things, never have i been so grateful, so cursed, to know your lustre allowed witness in shadow as you spun your nubile magic into the hairy claws and customed clown personality of a high school wrestling coach. i digress... my favorite mistake- rotten juggernaut of paradox, i pushed your buttons for paradise not for the crosswalk, for smiles not for a dance with dorothy in ruby gym shoes. |
