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Take off your coat… And your necklace… And your sweater… And your shirt…. And your tank top… And your corset… And your bra… And your nipple covers… Is that really an Aquaman tattoo between your breasts?—–
Sometimes I look at the stars and count them 1,2,3,4… 100,101,102…. 10,213,10,214,10,215…. 1,092,345,637,253, 1,092,345,637,254,1,092,345,637,255… Our love is like counting stars Endless… And long and tedious And died like a million years ago—–
Don’t forget
When the Zombie apocalypse
descends…
Spam is your friend
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The Beef and Broccoli you had for lunch Which is just a hunch On my part Because while you ate all the Beef The Broccoli is still stuck between your teeth
In my defense, you never said it was a secret.
He he he at the last line
It happens…
I would LOVE an Aquaman tattoo… And some shaky cheese!
And nipple covers?
What????? I’m always really scared that I will miss something really deep with poetry. Did I?…Just let me check the mirror. Ewwww broccoli!
With my poetry, you will miss nothing deep. I don’t even think it can be legally called poetry.
Ha ha…thank God! Enjoyed.
Broccoli is good for you. Please remind everyone.
Broccoli is good for you all! This is a reminder.
Thanks!