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Jan 2013
I can't help it
but wonder if all these animals are baiting my death
I don't know these cuties, they look innocent enough
sure that they are herbivores
no fangs, no claws, no ****** sacrifices
plain, smooth, and easy on the eyes
all their lumps and bumps
my heart starts to throb
I can't create such a beauty
nor dismiss those kind eyes
interact and build an idea of what species it is
what are you doing in the jungle to not come this way
see you some other day, I guess
we'll find out when I force you to come out and play  
to leave the safest cave
accept
because you can't help it
Waiting for Monday to come.  (She said she was busy Saturday, Sunday, but maybe Monday)  Hey Blind Date #2?{Not so blind anymore} I ended up saying I didn't want to go out again.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
(31/United States)   
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