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Dec 2024
What if I say the word
Pomegranate
With pouty red lips
Which glistens with its juices?

What if I do?
How would you feel?
Would you grab me,
- hold me close?

Could I illicit a thousand
Breathless sighs?  Could you?
And you taste the sweet drops
- from my lips?

I will say it over and over
And once again!
Pomegranate, pomegranate,
- Pomegranate
(It takes a bit of steam to can fruit.)
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
48
     dead poet and Cloudydaze
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