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Writing dessert

Member since 2002 · Posted 4 Jun 2005 · 2 comments

Poetry, When it comes out of the oven just right Is a warm chocolate cake bed under caramel covers on a cold spilled milk night.

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[8] ALChemy 4-Jun-05/9:37 AM Reply

This poem makes me hungry.
coincidentally my nieces cake is like poetry.
It deserves an eat-I mean an 8

[7] Don-Quixote 4-Jun-05/10:24 AM Reply

I prefer something which, after devoured, unveils milky white bones. But hey man, I too have had the munchies and a fridge that had oreos and muffins in it, but not a damned speck of milk.

My mark then is thus: Seven, the number of stairs that lead to heaven. >EG<