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Raunchy Rhymes: The Power Of A Shower
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Rhymes that are raunchy a bit risqué but hopefully will make you smile! Saturday, 6 August 2011. The Power Of A Shower. The Power of a Shower. Tiptoe tiptoe out of the room,. My hour of space when I can shower and groom,. Quietly, so as not to interrupt your sleep. I move so slowly,I almost creep. I make it alone,into the loo,. Relishing the thought I didn't disturb you ,. My solitary time, My one hour,. To luxuriate and enjoy a shower. The Power and force bombards my being. 12 August 2011 at 16:19.
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IV | Untold Dark Ages Tales
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Untold Dark Ages Tales. I’ve blown a kiss. Wishing it would be led. To wherever my beloved one. It was first carried. By a tender breeze. Having it slowly pass trees. And gently caress flowers. Being led to a more open field,. My kiss was lifted high. Traveling through clouds,. Overseeing castles and ordinary life. My kiss seemed to have no direction. When it was taken somewhere above the see. Air currents fought for the present I’ve sent. Taking it up and down the edge of cliffs,. That the wind can reach.
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V | Untold Dark Ages Tales
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Untold Dark Ages Tales. Now I can hide. Will never find me. In this dark cave. I must now go deeper into it. And light is each step dimmer. Frogs croak, wings fly above. Darkness seems to play with my eyes. I try to rely on my other senses. It’s when my stomach remembers me. I still have to eat something for the day. My sight’s attempt to adapt to the dark. Is as ineffective as a wolf. Trying to prey on something by itself. I think I see a-void between the rocky walls. Walking towards what seems to be.
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III | Untold Dark Ages Tales
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Untold Dark Ages Tales. A tender breeze caresses my face. And all the stimuli instinct makes flourish in me. Are not enough to make me feel dizzy. When I look down this tower. At this time, people are asleep. I’m left here with my thoughts and destiny,. But I’m glad to know. This has been my own choice. My ultimate freedom is as close. As a step taken. Deep into the dark. Broken by dancing lights. I hear a whistle. It’s maybe a bird trying. To teach me something. But I’m tired of having to learn. Said th...
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Understanding silence | Inside Hema's Den
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Inside Hema's Den. 124; Comments RSS. Gloom over the dainty land! My feelings on a stroll…. Down the memory lane…. At the poolside…. 8220;Missing my heart”. 8230;A saga of love. On Gloom over the dainty lan…. On Gloom over the dainty lan…. Benji Barratt Clark…. On Rise to glory. Ramesh on Down the memory lane…. On Rise to glory. On Rise to glory. Ramesh on Rise to glory. Babu on Rise to glory. On Promise of a true bond! On SHE and She. Posted on March 24, 2012. We have been sitting for a long time,.
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“Missing my heart” | Inside Hema's Den
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Inside Hema's Den. 124; Comments RSS. Gloom over the dainty land! My feelings on a stroll…. Down the memory lane…. At the poolside…. 8220;Missing my heart”. 8230;A saga of love. On Gloom over the dainty lan…. On Gloom over the dainty lan…. Benji Barratt Clark…. On Rise to glory. Ramesh on Down the memory lane…. On Rise to glory. On Rise to glory. Ramesh on Rise to glory. Babu on Rise to glory. On Promise of a true bond! On SHE and She. 8220;Missing my heart”. Posted on January 8, 2012. Tagged: | love.
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Random Thoughts n Some Coffee !: Be Like the Wind
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Random Thoughts n Some Coffee! A thought, a poem and a coffee . On My Coffee Table. Coffee Talk.Sip Sip Hmmm. Tuesday, February 1, 2011. Be Like the Wind. Be like the Wind. Be like the Wind,. Blow hot ,cold ,strong ,silent,. Be like the wind ,warm lands, and golden sands,. Move desert mountains ,weather monuments grand. Be like the wind,. Unseen but heard,. Speak through leaves and curtain rings,. Wind chimes, windows slamming shut and playground swings. Cut through sky high mountains,. Be like the wind,.
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Hark, A Light! | Matthew Andrako
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A Poet's Blog. April 24, 2012. Hark, A Light! A voice awoke me in the night,. A light that took me by delight. Well have I been and at this sight,. Good thoughts and words take minds aflight. Allow inspiration to carry you. In response to the dVerse OpenLinkNight # 41. I’m happy to share this poem from my new poetry book, Mimesis. Please share an experience here you may have been in a darker place, and a light filled you with delight, inspiration, and happiness. View all posts by Matthew Andrako ». I liv...
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Ostensible Truth: On The Box and Deciding Not To Be
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Monday, 9 January 2012. On The Box and Deciding Not To Be. The box is back. Made of bone and sea-skin,. Its skull floating in Israeli sand and its. Stomach full of Peyote soldiers who nest. In tiny metal cocoons and chew on cordite clouds atop. Descaled mountains buried in copper skies. I hear them sometimes,. When the box is sleeping,. Whisper-shouting as they head off to war. It smells like th...
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