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mantiscepter
Apr 27, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Peaches And........

 Canned soup
curdled dreams

iron piercing  
lips that gleam

in quiver soft
chain's of court

beating heart's
their last abort 

oh southern skies
in decay

my letters written
bills unpaid

hounds in tunnels
piercing dreams

a jaded pride 
to late: No cream.   






— mantiscepter, Apr 27, 2010

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16 years 1 month ago

peaches yes

....but i couldnt find any it was like speeches please re read and hopefully you will agree
Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear John

I found the peaches and the cream lol loved it ... this ones so different from your other poetry ... thoroughly enjoyed the read ... big smiles you've made me hungry its lunchtime here lol love and big hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
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mantiscepter

16 years 1 month ago

Peaches and cream

Hey Seren How are you.? and Thanks for your comments on this poem, glad you liked it. I like off the wall poems they take me new directions, and they just seem tickle my fancy.Thanks for your kind words, and eat up. we will talk soon Much Love , and appreciation Yours always John.