The 14th day of the month
Gold exquisite birth

Worth   $ * % ++ =

A ton of Gold  & $$$
See you in September
He's 24 karat gold I phone
(Bee sting gold weight
all new)
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My 14 karat gold toilet
Such a rarity very few
only wants to flush you

Just hush the crush go posh
to lush hell get ya gush
Around the mulberry bush

A dasher, not the slasher
Shabby chic selling her
goods of trash to the
pusher
She lights up like the
refrigerator he's the

"Jumping Jack Flash"
Rolling Stones
Brown sugar turned
14 karat gold
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Gold turned to sugar
Raw
Drinking her lips
Screwdriver
Overly Folger the dirt
warm brown dew
Change me to gold new
Beyond any redeemable
Hope inside gold-finger
folder

The Grecian Islands robe
The thousand island
of dressings
Seance 14 karat globe
confessing
14 karat shined on
She schemed him on
She tied him in like
rope
All the judgment days
Just one day bring on
hope
Honesty is the best
rivalry her gold you will
get linked to her sanity

How there pledging went out
But she saw something of
purity
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Too much gold on her door
Let's be "Planet Clean"
so repugnant
Hands coming out like
green mutants
Mother in gold monster
Wicked spray repellant
So gallant goldwork
Scrollwork fine lines

Show and tell me
All his crimes
"Impersonator"
You just love to
hate her $

honey, I will
see u later
She always flushes her
loves down
the toilet

All Gold Mr. Bond
4 your eye - - only
14 karat

She's the Sire
of magnet's
She sticks like
Orange petal
blossom huh?

Oh! honey this is about
Gold  duh he
doesn't orange me
But she will never
Bee plain honey 10 times your $ $ $
as you see

Change tops sameness with minute scrollwork.
Implacable days, the mind’s vast territory,
proximities, wondrous others;
life peopled with the frisson of ***.

The street, polished by shuffling, shines like old silver.
The sky gives leaves a new green
and as if for the first time beautiful
brickwork glows and the houses, the graffitied factories

that come and go between stops,
their ugliness is beat down
by late blooming trees, out there
and on the bitumen stations.

It was such an exquisite marriage
The bride was lovely
The groom on his horse
And rain that fell as a sign of good luck.
The guests all arrived in their festive array
And it went as smoothly as carefully planned.
But the wedding cake - Oh my Heavens the cake !
A cake with no rival in the annals of time.
A cake that was baked by a host of proud bakers.
It had so many layers and so many flavors,
But way too much icing in billowing excess
With overgrown meadows of fondant flowers.
There was extravagant scrollwork around the edges
And even surprises baked coyly inside.
But it took way too long to light the tall candle
That finally decorated the top tier.
It was served up in dozens of little small wedges
To the multitudes of the invited guests
Who never saw the whole cake as presented
But only the dainty slice that they were served.
The party went on far into the night
And everyone had a fantastical time.
It must be agreed, twas a world class reception
Except for that cake - that too fabulous cake
ljm