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Poems

Bless your little heart πŸ–€!

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Regret πŸ’˜πŸ₯€

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Are you sublime

Or are you mine

A feeling hard to meet

When I turn

And see your face

And fall upon my feet

 

Sun as rays

And happy days

A miscontrued perception

A while to find

The real cause

A hope for no deception

 

A hand of love

A force above

Are you the one who needs me

A fathom walked

A lifetime talked

Perhaps the one who seeks me

 

Or am I prone

To being alone

An empty swathe of fluster

A bitter night

A lonely fight

A passion hard to muster

 

Perhaps the one

To take you home

The one to walk you safely

A journey's end

To begin again

I know I need you greatly​

Lamb To The Slaughter πŸ‘

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Rounded with a whip

Hell over leather

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Herd the braying quips

Soft as a feather

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Sharper than a knife

Cut through and sever

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Take home to the wife

Sun or rainy weather

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Salad gently tossed

Tastes good forever

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Stomach filled with nosh

Satisfied with pleasure

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Sitting back relaxed

Bleating in the heather

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Lying on its back

Time for never never

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Spanky 😱

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I wank
I spank

I beat all night for fun

I toss

The boss

Oh how I love to cum

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I slap

The Jap

Its one eye looking out

I squeeze

And tease

Tonight's the longest bout

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Planet πŸͺ

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A rose 

Or a flower
In a desert-clearing green

A cloud

Or a shower

In a planet-cleansing sheen

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What has been

What isn't

What always will become

What could be

What shouldn't

What never shall be calm

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A make-shift

Reliant

A red breast on the wing

A down-thrust

Defiant

Perhaps all birds can sing

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What was once

What had been

What's never really sure

What might be

What may be

A planet to the core

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