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Free verse № 151107

Oliver

Member since 2003 · Posted 22 Mar 2007 · 3 comments

Who will buy this beautiful morning? Such a sky you never did see, I've scratched my balls, finished yawning, And my erection's like an oak tree. My straining chief serves as a warning, To my heartfelt shouted plea: Who will tie it up with a ribbon And put it in a box for me?

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[9] Ranger 22-Mar-07/1:35 PM Reply
This is a work of sheer beauty, I intend to print it out and plaster it above my bed so that every morning I am reminded of the wond'rousness of life.
[7] Dovina 22-Mar-07/2:27 PM Reply
If it were not for your straining chief, Oliver, this could move erotically into a second verse of laughingly intense intimacy.
[7] Skamper 23-Mar-07/9:12 PM Reply
Self wrapping is easiest, less costly if you can grasp the ribbon with one hand and teeth...