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~ Painting a picture of porcupines playing Pincushions out in the field Purple and pink for this playful perception Plans of their purpose revealed Painful endeavors of pacified pranksters Presenting a pie at their place Pecan or pumpkin, pickle, pineapple Pieces are smeared on their face Putting the paint on some powder puff paper Pleasure in each stroke is plied Pausing to peer at the porcupines playing Prancing in pansies they hide Puzzling problems with pretzels and peanuts Posturing people to prove Pistachio perfume in prime presentation Preaches that peaches will move Polishing pastels on pre-printed pages Prized the possessions we seek Paisley the plumes of a peacocks posterior Portraits now come take a peek Pampering piccolos play the piano Pure as a pelican’s prayer Picking a parcel of plum flavored pudding Poetic prose fills the air Pleats in my pants shout in proud proclamation Puddle my pores they perspire Poodles on playgrounds prevent prosecution Plotting my hearts pure desire Passion precedes every past tense of parting Piled with a presence so true Painting a picture while purposely dreaming Promising my love to you
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Perfectly Presenting my Love
~ Painting a picture of porcupines playing Pincushions out in the field Purple and pink for this playful perception Plans of their purpose revealed Painful endeavors of pacified pranksters Presenting a pie at their place Pecan or pumpkin, pickle, pineapple Pieces are smeared on their face Putting the paint on some powder puff paper Pleasure in each stroke is plied Pausing to peer at the porcupines playing Prancing in pansies they hide Puzzling problems with pretzels and peanuts Posturing people to prove Pistachio perfume in prime presentation Preaches that peaches will move Polishing pastels on pre-printed pages Prized the possessions we seek Paisley the plumes of a peacocks posterior Portraits now come take a peek Pampering piccolos play the piano Pure as a pelican’s prayer Picking a parcel of plum flavored pudding Poetic prose fills the air Pleats in my pants shout in proud proclamation Puddle my pores they perspire Poodles on playgrounds prevent prosecution Plotting my hearts pure desire Passion precedes every past tense of parting Piled with a presence so true Painting a picture while purposely dreaming Promising my love to you
Ok, just having a little fun and I have to P. :)
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jack-3
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
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