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The Frog was doing his thing Hopping, Croaking, Splashing, In to any water that he could see, He happened upon This Jigsaw of black and white Morning sir, he croaked The Cow looked down, "MOOOOO" Pardon I didn't quite get that, "MOOOOVE" Your on the tastiest grass Below your webbed feet, "Sorry sir," Didn't wish to stomp on your Lunch with my feet, So he hoped along, as Frogs do Then turned around, Hopped his best, speed built up Leaping with all his might, Over the Cow, Then gracefully on to his feet, "Cow turned" Whhhat are you doing little thing, As the Frog Replied, I was seeing if I could Jump over you Why? Would you do such a thing, Well mum told me A Cow jumped over the moon, Yes we do Replied Cow Famously Are we for doing this, Feat never seen. "Frog replied" Riibit, well I just jumped over you So now I an the best jumper it seems, Confused, *Thinking, Laughing, Out loud with a MMOOooo You aren't a better jumper than me, We will see little Frog said With that he did a Bounce, Hop, Jumped, Over the Cow once again it seemed, Now it is your turn As Cow looked on nervously So he hooved his feet 1, 2, 3, With that he tried "FAILED" Lost his balance, And in to another's Cow pat His face did meet. Now the cow was not only Black & White But now he was Covered, & Smelled, Like poo, embarrassed Was he The Frog did laugh Ribit, Ribit, Ribit, Loud and clear, Cow looked at frog, Now Cow do you see, Never believe what you hear, Until you see it with your own eyes, This is what my mother read to me, And with that, Frog bounced off happily.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
The Cow And The Frog
The Frog was doing his thing Hopping, Croaking, Splashing, In to any water that he could see, He happened upon This Jigsaw of black and white Morning sir, he croaked The Cow looked down, "MOOOOO" Pardon I didn't quite get that, "MOOOOVE" Your on the tastiest grass Below your webbed feet, "Sorry sir," Didn't wish to stomp on your Lunch with my feet, So he hoped along, as Frogs do Then turned around, Hopped his best, speed built up Leaping with all his might, Over the Cow, Then gracefully on to his feet, "Cow turned" Whhhat are you doing little thing, As the Frog Replied, I was seeing if I could Jump over you Why? Would you do such a thing, Well mum told me A Cow jumped over the moon, Yes we do Replied Cow Famously Are we for doing this, Feat never seen. "Frog replied" Riibit, well I just jumped over you So now I an the best jumper it seems, Confused, *Thinking, Laughing, Out loud with a MMOOooo You aren't a better jumper than me, We will see little Frog said With that he did a Bounce, Hop, Jumped, Over the Cow once again it seemed, Now it is your turn As Cow looked on nervously So he hooved his feet 1, 2, 3, With that he tried "FAILED" Lost his balance, And in to another's Cow pat His face did meet. Now the cow was not only Black & White But now he was Covered, & Smelled, Like poo, embarrassed Was he The Frog did laugh Ribit, Ribit, Ribit, Loud and clear, Cow looked at frog, Now Cow do you see, Never believe what you hear, Until you see it with your own eyes, This is what my mother read to me, And with that, Frog bounced off happily.
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Cradle my emotions in the gentlest of whispers Lace my heart with sultriest of ribbons Fill full my sail with the worthiest of winds Engulf my being in the sweetest of notions Colour me beautiful with the most vibrant of rainbows Propel my universe into the farthest reaches Soothe my aches with the most abundant love Carry my vessel to the sandiest of beaches Embed my thoughts within the fluffiest clouds Let soar my dreams on the bravest of kites Set my destination in the furthest horizons Present me with life's buffet with the tastiest of bites
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Don't Wake Me
I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights. Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be. Hate feeds off of hate, but if thats all it takes, then **love should come so easily.** Bashing in windows. Spraying with mace. Choking to death. Eliminating race. Classes are gone, So classless mistakes, are now made daily at the hastiest rate. We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste, of what has become the most delicious most suspicious, vicious, fishy, repetitious, superstitious, vision named freedom. It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see, is a sea of beings not being one thing, and that’s free. When was the last time you felt it? And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it". So if you took the feeling of now and held it, bottled it up and shelved it, you would open up to find your mind in decline. This moment was better while laters behind. Thats the path that we’re on but we have control. We’re not egos and clothes, we’re people of souls We're humans of thought Not students of hate. Evil got a head start, but now truth is in the race. And if truth is in your face, and you choose to look away, then get used to the abuse and not confused at truce-less fates. The pre action of action is thinking to act. I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap. They’ve bent us too far, for us to go back. The past is a place where patterns attack. And people are put no matter the facts. Police are afoot demanding the last, of freedoms they take them, and **** them with gas. A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass these colors don't bleed, yet we see they fade fast. We’ve exceed the need, to keep things intact.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
Freedom: When was the last time you felt it?
I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights. Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be. Hate feeds off of hate, but if thats all it takes, then **love should come so easily.** Bashing in windows. Spraying with mace. Choking to death. Eliminating race. Classes are gone, So classless mistakes, are now made daily at the hastiest rate. We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste, of what has become the most delicious most suspicious, vicious, fishy, repetitious, superstitious, vision named freedom. It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see, is a sea of beings not being one thing, and that’s free. When was the last time you felt it? And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it". So if you took the feeling of now and held it, bottled it up and shelved it, you would open up to find your mind in decline. This moment was better while laters behind. Thats the path that we’re on but we have control. We’re not egos and clothes, we’re people of souls We're humans of thought Not students of hate. Evil got a head start, but now truth is in the race. And if truth is in your face, and you choose to look away, then get used to the abuse and not confused at truce-less fates. The pre action of action is thinking to act. I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap. They’ve bent us too far, for us to go back. The past is a place where patterns attack. And people are put no matter the facts. Police are afoot demanding the last, of freedoms they take them, and **** them with gas. A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass these colors don't bleed, yet we see they fade fast. We’ve exceed the need, to keep things intact.
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“Cold snowflakes upon my arm the winter shine peeking through a crack in the blinds a breeze of ice engulfing the room through a window left ajar a land covered in a shiny white blanket.” Winter has come. Cue the thick padded coats and the parkas of every color of the rainbow! Behold the sleds and skis and the beautiful Siberian huskies who pull them. Await the closing of schools and the temperature drops, keeping people in and making children everywhere euphoric as ever. The time has come for skating upon rivers of ice, and joyous dinners in warm wooly sweaters as families gather around to indulge in the tastiest of food. Fireplaces shall again be lit in all households of old, and stockings hung up early in preparation for Christmas. Happy smiles all around, engaging in snowball fights and the building of snowmen. Ah but winter is as winter does. As numbers reach the negatives, heaters are turned up to the warmest possible, insulating the beings in a home and using electricity. What about those without a home? Those who are confined to the streets of the city, waiting for the cold to eat their bodies up and leave them in a state of rigidity? They are left to waste. Left to succumb to the bitterness of winter, with no sustenance whatsoever or any form of water to soothe their burning throats. The cold will conceal them in a cover of white death, a prison of snow. And in the early mornings of every winter-filled day, a machine is sent out to collect the bodies of those who have been imprisoned by the winter. The one operating the machine weeps silent tears for these ice prisoners before bringing their poor souls elsewhere. Winter is two-faced, and she is both beautiful and terrible as the morning and the night. (lunarlullubies)
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
Winter
“Cold snowflakes upon my arm the winter shine peeking through a crack in the blinds a breeze of ice engulfing the room through a window left ajar a land covered in a shiny white blanket.” Winter has come. Cue the thick padded coats and the parkas of every color of the rainbow! Behold the sleds and skis and the beautiful Siberian huskies who pull them. Await the closing of schools and the temperature drops, keeping people in and making children everywhere euphoric as ever. The time has come for skating upon rivers of ice, and joyous dinners in warm wooly sweaters as families gather around to indulge in the tastiest of food. Fireplaces shall again be lit in all households of old, and stockings hung up early in preparation for Christmas. Happy smiles all around, engaging in snowball fights and the building of snowmen. Ah but winter is as winter does. As numbers reach the negatives, heaters are turned up to the warmest possible, insulating the beings in a home and using electricity. What about those without a home? Those who are confined to the streets of the city, waiting for the cold to eat their bodies up and leave them in a state of rigidity? They are left to waste. Left to succumb to the bitterness of winter, with no sustenance whatsoever or any form of water to soothe their burning throats. The cold will conceal them in a cover of white death, a prison of snow. And in the early mornings of every winter-filled day, a machine is sent out to collect the bodies of those who have been imprisoned by the winter. The one operating the machine weeps silent tears for these ice prisoners before bringing their poor souls elsewhere. Winter is two-faced, and she is both beautiful and terrible as the morning and the night. (lunarlullubies)
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Jack and Jill were two mentally ill verbally armed cannibals Doing there best to switch their diet to farm animals They found this rough, like eating crackers with cotton mouth, this task proved to be little more than tough They promised each other no more cadavers, but a month after this, they called each others bluff Jack ended up addicted to crack, dope, and smack Cause the supply of bodies was beginning to lack, spinning more off track He began to look at Jill more like a tasty snack Jill took the pharmaceutical cryptic approach A pill could **** her flesh craving will and keep her from feeling like a post apocalyptic roach She too was starting to drool and think of Jack like a snack bar, and couldn't help but remember her first taste when she bit the arm of that high school track star One night when Jack was asleep, Jill began to slowly creep Into his room she crept as he slept stuck the knife in and drained the blood from his neck Jack was gonna be her tastiest snack yet Jill always seems to forget Jack is always playing games and putting her to the test She ends up paying, for Jack knew their growing hunger would soon cause a mess Jack stepped out of the closet Jill pulled back the covers to see she just killed her own niece Jack said "Haven't you ever seen "Hannibal?". "If your gonna be a cannibal, you gotta be smarter than Clarice". -J.A.M
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
Jack & Jill
My elephants body is Yellow and black He has a pumpkin orange head Be careful when you hit his White striped trunk It'll knock you dead He has flopped out ears And glass tusks instead And i fill him with only The tastiest flowers I myself have bred My elephant is a bubbler The hitters on the back of his dome So when you hear that bubbling crue You'll know Theres an elephant in the room
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Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
my elephant in the room
I got to say something to u, Actually many things, in ma mind they've made a queue, But in words how shud I put it to u, Anyways frst thing is tht babe u look the best in blue. I want to be wid u always, dnt care of usin a glue. Wid u my life will be the tastiest brew, We'll together touch the unending sky blue. I will face anything in the world if at my back supporting always are u. Take me away babe, I feel ur world is a land full of wonder. Only the warmth spreads there n theres no thunder. Is there anything which could be used between us as a Bonder..? Wen it comes to u my mind begins to ponder, An untidy wood I am n u r my sander, I need ur heart in here wid me wid no thought of plunder. Heart beats faster wen I look into ur eyes, Wen u r not there my heart silently cries, Just a glass of love is what I need from u in this wrld of prejudice, If ever u get a bruise, for u I would be like an Ice, I am not a king or smthing but I promise to make ur world a paradise.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
U, My Paradise
Sitting around the patchy tree stumps at Sagar’s Cafeteria, Campus was not solitaria*. Listening to songs saved on our tiny phones, decade ago, We devoured the sound of silence and the fields of athenrye Together. We lit mary jane and made merry singing along to ***** Gun in broad daylight without the purview of uni cam puns. Who cared if it was just a five-minute break from Hemangadutta Or Sheeba’s hungry call for relief, we made it seem wakeable in the dewy morns. Sagar’s had the tastiest samosa, chicken puff and Tiger biscuits so cheap we could fudge it in the lassi whuff. Days and months went by hovering around Sagar than classes. We never saved pennies, we spent bills on choora from our pocket monies for bura.
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
DAYS OF EFL-U
He was the most tastiest , that she'd craved so much for but was the most unhealthiest , dangerous amour..
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Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 12:54 AM UTC
Note it #3
Oh precious Hyacinth, in my eyes a jewel In front of your radiance, my knees fell You’re like a glistening pearl in a ****** shell I am enamored by your enthralling spell Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh King of Sparta, you bear the tastiest fruit On the land he is the handsomest youth This is for everyone a crystal clear truth That’s why in my heart the arrows of Eros shoot Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh precious Hyacinth, you have equaled the glamour of a god Your face is fairer than any mortal lad Your muscles are firmer than any man had Because of such beauty, you make me feel glad Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh King of Olympus, let me have this seductive mortal For him my godly being turned carnal The appeal of his flesh is oddly unusual I want him to be mine for time eternal Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh precious Hyacinth, under my wings you’ll never fall Come to the West Wind’s most desperate call To you I’ll reserve the prettiest room in my hall The most romantic & blissful haven for all Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh deities & humans, grant me this costly man Boreas, Notus, Eurus, bring me this heavenly Spartan Let our powerful Anemoi bequeath him from his clan Turn him over to the Western Wind, his greatest fan! Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! -02/11/2015 (Dumarao) *Hopelessly Immortal Collection
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth
Oh precious Hyacinth, in my eyes a jewel In front of your radiance, my knees fell You’re like a glistening pearl in a ****** shell I am enamored by your enthralling spell Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh King of Sparta, you bear the tastiest fruit On the land he is the handsomest youth This is for everyone a crystal clear truth That’s why in my heart the arrows of Eros shoot Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh precious Hyacinth, you have equaled the glamour of a god Your face is fairer than any mortal lad Your muscles are firmer than any man had Because of such beauty, you make me feel glad Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh King of Olympus, let me have this seductive mortal For him my godly being turned carnal The appeal of his flesh is oddly unusual I want him to be mine for time eternal Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh precious Hyacinth, under my wings you’ll never fall Come to the West Wind’s most desperate call To you I’ll reserve the prettiest room in my hall The most romantic & blissful haven for all Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! Oh deities & humans, grant me this costly man Boreas, Notus, Eurus, bring me this heavenly Spartan Let our powerful Anemoi bequeath him from his clan Turn him over to the Western Wind, his greatest fan! Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth! -02/11/2015 (Dumarao) *Hopelessly Immortal Collection
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ima Docter Jedingaling and i have news thats so great its ok the sun wont blow up to day and aleins wont eat ourr brains probably actually aleins would only want to eat mah brains because im smarterer that everyone and smarterer brains are the tastiest and full of calcium and protein and nutricous fats and carbs and starches and vitamins and minerals and potassium and sodium and prunes and fiber and brainy stuf and thoughts and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh stuf that ur brain doesnt have trust me ima docder that might be  eaten           by aleins but they wont cause i ate my prunes to day with mah PhD cuz a used it like a spoon
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
News
you're a lovely twit, i see you there, sat          up          high day       n       night in the twit twoo tree. Watching years fly pass. Hungrily devouring those   precious stolen morsels, you sigh, longing for the tastiest dish lost in the long grass. You are tw   oo. Spanning wide, spreading high, strength from the roots, honest sap in the bark, all that you are a beautiful, wonderous, lifesource yet evil lurks amongst the whispering green. Pretty owls who are pecking all the pie, when eye cleansing rain reveals them, as painted little crows on haunches; Greedy selfish birds, only feathering their own nests, trying before they buy. So wait, you will, for the phoenix of your dreams. Soon. She'll emerge so bright as the smoke becomes her, perhaps with a flame for you, to burn the grasses of her hiding place.
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Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
Perched...(poem art)
You are the Sun and the Moon to me, The tallest tree, The stars and the sea, The highest mountain, The whitest beach, The deepest valley, The sweetest dream, The tastiest confection, The finest wine, My best friend. So hot, you burn me, so airless and frigid, I freeze, So high, you’re beyond my grasp, Too far away to ever reach, so vast and deep, I’d drown if immersed, Impossible to surmount alone, There, blinded by the glare, dehydrated by the salty air, burnt by the brutal sun, Where I’m forever in the shadows, Which will forever be unreal, Which rots my teeth and shocks my blood, Which I can’t afford, Who turned their back.
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Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
So High, So Hot
I met an eccentric fisherman today He was five foot five  with a beard Seven foot seven As gant as the pole in his hands And more bronze than my shower taps He had a salty grin and six black teeth 'Ye fancy fish, interior boy?' S sounds whisled 'Aye got one ere for ye then lad' It floundered in my tender land hands It's gills flapped open like window blinds 'Relinquish me boy' 'Wet my skin in the waters of home, And I'll trade a desire for my freedom' I gazed at the fisherman He had disappeared 'Release this fish and I'll grant The deepest wish for ye, small ant. For my power is great' I'm hungry, powerfish I haven't eaten for days Could you give me that? 'A simple wish, a gift most easily given Drop me boy and you'll taste heaven' It floundered Water splashed my face as the fish Swam away from the shore. Where is my meal, oh powerfish? 'Fool hearted boy, simpleton left hungry Never trust fish or else ye angry Enjoy the hunger lad I'm the tastiest fish you could have had!'
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
Fishing in the wishing well
As infrequent as a night alone. As subtle as a touch on the shoulder. Love stands above all else as the goal of our lives. To Love... I know... that's cheese. Yet, that seems like a consequential goal of life too. Doesn't it? We spend our lives in pursuit of love, and what do we come up with? A boat load of cheese. Not that cheese is a particularly bad thing, Sure sometimes its smelly, or doesn't taste very pleasant, Its funny how those cheeses are usually the ones most sought after, Still, everyone has their preference as to which cheese was the best. The most well-made, the tastiest. No two cheeses are ever the same. As is with love. Some people wish to gather as much cheese as they can, becoming collectors, Others are allergic, some are even Turophobic. But in the end... What really matters? The cheesiness of a pizza? Or the mere fact that you ate it?
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Cheese
My dad now owns a cafe on Saturn It is called the goody two shoe inn and last night I came in to the goody two shoe inn to say hello to dad and he was working with his current earth life's brother robin Williams And the cafe was totally crowded, dad made me a vanilla methane slice and a methane smoothie and it was the tastiest I have ever tasted You see I saw Mohammed Ali Walk in to buy a Saturn quality beer and I can tell you over the course of the night Mohammad Really enjoyed it and then my brother walked in and said dad Are you working here are you And dad said yeah, I have to keep busy up here or I will get bored from all this space junk And dad gave my brother a can of Saturn's finest beer and then after that he served David Campbell who is dads new father and dad gave him a nice methane smoothie and David said why can't you give this service to your earth body Betty And dad said I am trying dad and suddenly turned into his earth life Betty and this woke David up and me well I was partying with David Bowie And mate wasn't it the best party indeed and as he sang the song all the young dudes I remembered when Patrick played that song for me And I went to the bar to buy 17 Methane smoothies for everyone here and dad said Enjoy your night and I said I will And went over to the dance floor to party and I was getting down to every song that David Bowie sang especially ground control to major Tom and after David Bowie left then slim dusty entered the stage with his first song Duncan Here goes I would love to have a beer with Brian I would love to have a beer with Brian We drink in moderation And never no never we get rolling drunk We drink all over Saturn Making Brian's father very proud I would love to have a beer with Brian cause he is my mate I would love to have a beer with David I would love to have a beer with him I really would love to drink with David Campbell Cause drinking with him can make the future all so dim We drink all over Saturn As he checks on his daughters last life's last life that is grand I would love to have a beer with David cause he is a good mate And then I went to the bar and asked dad for another methane smoothie and dad was knocking off so me and my brother and dad had a few drinks before they woke up And I stayed at the club and had many more methane smoothies as I partied all over An Aussie Saturday morning
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
dad is barman in a bar in saturn
My dad now owns a cafe on Saturn It is called the goody two shoe inn and last night I came in to the goody two shoe inn to say hello to dad and he was working with his current earth life's brother robin Williams And the cafe was totally crowded, dad made me a vanilla methane slice and a methane smoothie and it was the tastiest I have ever tasted You see I saw Mohammed Ali Walk in to buy a Saturn quality beer and I can tell you over the course of the night Mohammad Really enjoyed it and then my brother walked in and said dad Are you working here are you And dad said yeah, I have to keep busy up here or I will get bored from all this space junk And dad gave my brother a can of Saturn's finest beer and then after that he served David Campbell who is dads new father and dad gave him a nice methane smoothie and David said why can't you give this service to your earth body Betty And dad said I am trying dad and suddenly turned into his earth life Betty and this woke David up and me well I was partying with David Bowie And mate wasn't it the best party indeed and as he sang the song all the young dudes I remembered when Patrick played that song for me And I went to the bar to buy 17 Methane smoothies for everyone here and dad said Enjoy your night and I said I will And went over to the dance floor to party and I was getting down to every song that David Bowie sang especially ground control to major Tom and after David Bowie left then slim dusty entered the stage with his first song Duncan Here goes I would love to have a beer with Brian I would love to have a beer with Brian We drink in moderation And never no never we get rolling drunk We drink all over Saturn Making Brian's father very proud I would love to have a beer with Brian cause he is my mate I would love to have a beer with David I would love to have a beer with him I really would love to drink with David Campbell Cause drinking with him can make the future all so dim We drink all over Saturn As he checks on his daughters last life's last life that is grand I would love to have a beer with David cause he is a good mate And then I went to the bar and asked dad for another methane smoothie and dad was knocking off so me and my brother and dad had a few drinks before they woke up And I stayed at the club and had many more methane smoothies as I partied all over An Aussie Saturday morning
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Chocolate is real tasty. In much candy it is found. It's found in many desserts. It's prized for its taste renowned. Dark chocolate is healthy. It's said to be medicine. When it is found in milkshakes, Many taste buds it does win. When it comes to making fudge, The tastiest it does make. When you ask for chocolate, Seldom is is it a mistake. When you get your sweet a treat, And it's St. Valentine's Day, Chocolate is a safe choice. Many words its taste will say
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
Chocolate
~ coffee kisses 'tween mister and misses, sharing... life's tastiest wishes! ~ *post script. my profile reveals a tiny secret (: Steve (: no... its not 10w Tuesday, but Sunday seemed so much more appropriate for this :)*
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
coffee kisses (10w)
She took me by the hand, guided my fingers, & my wanton-mouth along the smooth contours of her beautiful landscape. I touched butterfly wings, nipped high rosy cheeks, tasted her full parted lips, felt the cool rush of her fragrant breath & gently-bit the slenderness of her delicate neck. She beckoned me to move slowly onward, toward her twin heaving peaks, where I learned of more sensual-things. She taught me about the gentle twisting of granite, slow-swirling-kissing, & of the nibbling of puffed sensitive-flesh. It was exquisite. Then she begged me to quickly move southward, over her rolling meadow, upward & onto her delicious-mound, to use my yearning mouth in fiery sensuous-ways. There, I fervently frolicked, relished in the tender petals her pretty lady-flower, gently spreading her cascading beads over magnificent swollenness. And when I caressed her unfolding petals, the most sensitive part, she reached nirvana, shuddered & spasmed, released her rawness, the tastiest of flow. It was genuine intimacy. Once, only the Lord knew how much I loved my personal body guide & know you too, know the reasons why, she is so lovely & divine.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
Loving My Lovely Divine Guide
Your small, fleshy, red fruit, hidden neath your flesh, and the protuberance of your smooth pit, entice me into submission.. And your flavor is the sweetest, juiciest, tastiest fruit ever..
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Cherish The Taste
I remember seeing you Not for the first time Hopefully not the last But with a “beep beep” you were already gone Left little more than a cloudy statue Where you used to be I turned coughing and wheezing Around your smoky expression Only to see a series of foot prints Not away from Me but certainly not towards me While you've been gone ALL I've heard from you is of the numerous other ferocious beasts you've been running from Well i’m no Wile-E but seems to me From the start There must not have been that strong of a tie to begin with. and although I do look it I’m NOT a coyote and since we’re here From the start you were not that tastiest of prey in every sense of it So be off with you While I practice Autocannibalism
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
I taste horrible
The lion stepped out into the sun And rubbed his side against a tree. Surveying his exhibit at the animal park, He said, "This is the life for me! "Dinner is served on a regular basis; I never have to hunt for my food. I'm served the tastiest horsemeat and mutton. I even eat rabbit when I'm in the mood. "There's no fighting to defend my territory; That to me is a huge relief. My kickback style might surprise some And go against popular belief. "The lady lions share my feelings; They like my pomp, my manner, my style. At the same time, they can appear A bit stand-offish once in a while. "I can be lazy and sleep for hours, Or if I choose, I'll romp and play. And when I start to feel a bit frisky-- Well, THAT'S a topic for another day. "My friends in the wild suffer from afflictions-- An illness, an infection from a small **** If I catch a cold or need attention, The humans are here to help in a flash. "Visitors sometimes get on my nerves As they stand and gawk and stare. But when that happens, I can always Ignore them or go off and hide in my lair. "Or I can lie here and stare at the humans And fantasize and imagine how great It could be one day to find A delicious human on my plate. "I remain the king of the beasts; The other animals still quake when I roar. (Some of the non-differentiating types Even tremble when I snore.) "Ah, yes," (yawn) "I have it easy. Although many would NOT agree. As far as THIS lion is concerned, My life is really the life for me." - by Bob B
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
Ah, This Is the Life!
The lion stepped out into the sun And rubbed his side against a tree. Surveying his exhibit at the animal park, He said, "This is the life for me! "Dinner is served on a regular basis; I never have to hunt for my food. I'm served the tastiest horsemeat and mutton. I even eat rabbit when I'm in the mood. "There's no fighting to defend my territory; That to me is a huge relief. My kickback style might surprise some And go against popular belief. "The lady lions share my feelings; They like my pomp, my manner, my style. At the same time, they can appear A bit stand-offish once in a while. "I can be lazy and sleep for hours, Or if I choose, I'll romp and play. And when I start to feel a bit frisky-- Well, THAT'S a topic for another day. "My friends in the wild suffer from afflictions-- An illness, an infection from a small **** If I catch a cold or need attention, The humans are here to help in a flash. "Visitors sometimes get on my nerves As they stand and gawk and stare. But when that happens, I can always Ignore them or go off and hide in my lair. "Or I can lie here and stare at the humans And fantasize and imagine how great It could be one day to find A delicious human on my plate. "I remain the king of the beasts; The other animals still quake when I roar. (Some of the non-differentiating types Even tremble when I snore.) "Ah, yes," (yawn) "I have it easy. Although many would NOT agree. As far as THIS lion is concerned, My life is really the life for me." - by Bob B
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Chocolate is my best friend I can't live without it To me it's the tastiest thing in the world
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Feb 12, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
CHOCOLATE!!!