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A Poem ...




A
Poem
Plus
One

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door
atremble

early lightning flicks;
faint rolls of thunder reach
soft, gentle to my

waking ear, by their
momentous distance muffled;
cracked gurgles of this

sky's wide gut predicts
a spewing diarrhea
from her so high-and-

mighty rectum; I
detect the acrid scent of
wet skunk at or near

to my trembling door;
perhaps he pines for shelter
in my home; I can

only speculate ...

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at
walk

morning winds pitch to
gust, respect my strength: smack me
so, none too gently

 

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Seren

Seren

16 years 10 months ago

Chuck

I felt this storm , it is pouring down rain here and Storming so I had the perfect atmosphere in which to read this one , this fit my moment , as I can see how you revelled in yours ... Love Jayne x