Oysters Pink One Half

Above a sea of pink..
I drift by...
and you open the sky....
I sink......
and the salty pink sea....
Waves comes over me..
and the shell..
closed....too soon....

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Her, Knowledge Guides Me, Best

I watch, listen, her hand
would be my teacher,
her mind, would straighten,
my crooked, lame leg, no
more it has to beg, in corner.
Teacher, dunce hat hurts, head!

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Thy Kiss

thy kiss
do i miss
sweet
cotton is candy
or light by the moon
and bright
is the night
shinny
and full
each breasts i am over
moss in my mouth
the tree now
leans over.

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Very Tasty

treating myself lovingly
boiling lots of hot water
ambrosia resplendent
crabs put into water

cleaned hard bodies
melting some butter
tongue rolled flesh
mouths safe harbor

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The Rim Of Green

Green panties, green roses
green tits, green milk.
Green moon, posies in green.
green eyes, green full lips
green face, cheese, green..
Green around the rim,
green limes can but erupt...?

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Cafe

Loneliness can be counted on
but is no friend of mine lonely
are my days I can count by the
thousands black is the color
pink as it flows with blink no
more of pink unless she thinks
about it first.

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Memory Is It's Mystery

Memory Is It's Mystery;
When you have it,
plan your hand.
Misty is the memory,
when your love,
it helps your flush.
Face too face,
they cross,
each dimpled,
heart and diamond chin.
When the ace is never found.

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One, Rose To Many

To dress the color still
so many, pictured pink.
Row upon row in high
thigh leather boots, are.
Why are you out this late
at night?
Many took, to me the look.
I long, to press an umpired
street, deserted here in pink.

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Soot On My Face

Longing forest bright
twilight tipped lyard
sykinard fan

Petals sunflower tears
violin playing banjo
pikin band.

Clors pink and Black
like johnny cash
pam tillis.

Knowing your so fine
guitar jackin fine
dixie chicks.

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Words like silk

Near the edge Mexico's gulf late it's night.
While each both one can, draw a circle,
thus laying down, one heard standing up
Our mentor enriches this gift of said knowledge.

Words like silk ribbons, run off too unwrap it.

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