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By B.K. Date: 2003 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.09.18.27.24032]] |
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Wound around our wisps of time We weave a love in words and rhyme That sticks to you and holds to me In passions ways so romantically The moon and stars play the tune and sigh Then cupid laughs and grins oh my He shoots and misses he bows and smiles While we’re giggling and gasping all the while Then we both at once with a lot of class Lean over and kick him in his diapered ass ©bk02-09-2003 |