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577 · Aug 2014
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wordvango Aug 2014
52
So much I strived for
missing....
a tender touch of
us... does
turn me on then, it
******
me off, on guard from
changes.
You allowed me to
say no,
my  listening then
to chords,
of dissonance blue
loose discord true.
576 · Mar 2016
now I am focused in
wordvango Mar 2016
my bizarre trendy artful life
set my goals for February
now that it is March
my collage calendar full of
last year's appointments
now that I am
focused in, touchstones
challenging ahead
I meet tomorrow
at a glance.
576 · Apr 2016
un-following
wordvango Apr 2016
might I better feel in prosody
defined by iambic pentameters
or weight of a dactyl or spondee
stress patterns or
a sequence of feet
or is my line enough
a pattern qualifying through
or is emphasis
too often stressed as following
the pattern
of the compulsory
576 · Jun 2015
there
wordvango Jun 2015
we did feed, on pine cone nibs
wild onion and garlic under a lonesome willow tree,
we fed good on unconditional love,
woke up with sun listening to doves
and Mulberry trees grew all over us a ruby
red berry fed us  then
in an unconditional like love
ourselves giving  in to the shade
the dream of a willow tree providing us
magnificents cool on a hot day,
breezes wound us up and deposited us like
dust
on a fertile field,
wrapped around nature wrapped around
each other
then.
576 · Apr 2016
\
wordvango Apr 2016
\
give common leeway \differences
accepted \ egos interrupt \
ten million opinions\
what title do I lose\
two people do\ behind closed doors\
shall it be the public's\
life \ get a room\ and
I don't try to look in the window\
or under any door\I try to look \
kind of around them\
into why\
I am not perfect\
I suspect but don't judge\
that neither are you\
tonight\ this second I sell\
pens under water\ and gills in the sky\
dresses to he men\
and swords to he shes\
and penises to whoever needs one\
to make themself feel better.
576 · Sep 2014
To my muse
wordvango Sep 2014
Speak loud on the highest hills
pay no debt to any who name
a past debt due
find that bit and brace yourself
to reign in that wild stallion,
then ride him ******* to grab with your hands
fire and rain
sing your name from every
pass
stand naked as it  is your dying day
shout, with every last breath,
I worship you.
575 · Mar 2016
just a microcosm
wordvango Mar 2016
take into account the entire picture
of the world, men being cruel and inhuman
on the large scale, wars, nuclear annihilation threatening,
genocide most recently in Syria,
in the history looking back
that is what I see, the gas chambers in Germany,
the Congolese under the rule of Leopold,
the Seminole, my peoples the Cherokee mostly dead,
mass murderers, such as
Stalin, Mao, Islam and Christianity,
campaigning slaughter, inhumanity to man,
like a wild animal, the beast is us. Then
let us look at us. We, in our actions, our wanting at all costs to win, our
genetic makeup our striving to survive,
all bred and taught into us just continues it all. And we ask why?
Look at Hello Poetry. For a year a war has been fought. And no one is winning.
But both sides are unable to say enough. To say you too are of my kind, human, And
here, we are supposed to be the best of our kinds, the empathetic feeling ones in this crazy ****** up place we call Earth. ******* it.
Poets fighting each other as reckless as one sided as ISIS against  Bashar al-Assad .  Or Kim Jong-un threatening the world.
I am beginning to like animals
more than people.
They love unconditionally or **** for food.
There is no mistaking, no middle, no rationalizing,
it just is nature. Man is different. He kills because of words and mistaken ideals, no animal does.
Poets , in my ideal, are to use their words for love and peace.
Not mirror the rest of this ****** up world!
575 · Oct 2016
coming in velvet and silk
wordvango Oct 2016
are the roses the poses of *** scented
posies daffodils the  long stems of grass
the moss the rutting of rabbits
in the field(s) without
ravaging man's hands and intrusions

If we were more the masters might
we plant more hibiscus or petunias
or forget-me-nots
and I see
the mastery of natural selection

by being the one selected out
and it happens and
life goes on
and the fields bloom with beauty
year after year
with or without me

but man is jealous
of nature and seeks to tame
the untamable
the wildness the random
seeks to explain why
and hold to his breast

a velvet touch a silk rose
his wisdom
as better
574 · Jul 2014
Piss on a rose
wordvango Jul 2014
My fellow poet- crap
on my prose if you feel the need-
because I know
that **** and **** crap and that
are what i fatten the pig with
making the rose fallow indeed
Or, let us say
**** on it!
It makes it yellow!
574 · Jul 2017
we are all dying
wordvango Jul 2017
awake me with your shadow the cast of grey mortality
fright me  into a day nothing I take for granted
shock my heart to pump rich blue earthy blood
say a poem to me  make rhyme a reason
for me  to take with me and gather if you may
a dandelion place it in my hand wish me well
a forever destination.
574 · Oct 2014
pucker tuck
wordvango Oct 2014
Pucker tuck
tuck, squeeze fold neatly
a pucker is unsightly,
drawn up, or is it?
  Pucker up, has no tuck
counterpart no whistling,
no kissing.
whilst tuck
has a rhyme.
574 · Sep 2014
Untitled
wordvango Sep 2014
Take us a tumble into arms of another countries rubble while we tweet about a Kardashian wearing some revealing dress on a red carpet while massacres go on around this land, on minimum wage we air again Wal-mart's latest offerings a chartreuse meandering, I think I'll get my nose pierced. Buy the newest I-phone.  Hope it comes in yellow.
Jews **** Hamas and Iraqi's again are opposed by ISIS or Saddam?
Let us arm the cops with video. So the next time a black man runs, all will be exposed. Let us show on Your tube and mine on you tube or time the next one to die and be left four and a half hours dead. In the middle of the ******* road.
573 · Jul 2014
Sally says so....
wordvango Jul 2014
Sally says so
often,
Sally feels like a rag doll-
often-
a hope for all the desperate men,
Raggedy Ann,
Lallaloopsy
      burst seamed by reality.
Carelessness- a boneless
girl full of timeworn scrap,
Sally's featureless face
looks only at the past.

Sally says,
it's all in the past,
she used to be the toy of the season,
now,
like Spot Splatter
Splash
she tends to her wrists
and the red ****.
573 · May 2016
plate of tuna
wordvango May 2016
kittens aren't always the best audience
when I get to singing
Up on ******* Creek
Saturday nights
they just lay there
like a real audience
trying to ignore me
but as long as they don't tip
my Budweiser over
we got an agreement-
if they sit still and don't
hiss
I give 'em a
plate of tuna
572 · Apr 2016
found out
wordvango Apr 2016
why it gets more solemn around ten at night
the busy people are not around, how
so many different reasons and sights
get roiled around turned over upside now
turned over and studied like squirmy things
by a botanist in a lab or in
my brain dissected like a lab rat prone
flat on my back my tail taut my ears
droop, right then, take a specimen and find
to find it all is how the time is then
too early or late or  impossible
572 · Dec 2014
I made a canopy
wordvango Dec 2014
I have gone unnoticed
    since that day of imagining
you
      on my black satin sheets
on the fourth of July last year
     so now at Christmas
I made from memory
   a stocking that hangs black over my empty bed
a canopy.
          Now I sleep on the love seat.
Was, hoping Santa
             would bring me you.
572 · Jul 2014
posed
wordvango Jul 2014
We posed like **** stars in adrenaline filled bodies
proud in young magnificence always, never understood
as we kept posing statuesque... that happiness
is not met by a youthful blaze, and like glass
is always brittle...
transparently solved the  riddle we saw when
we were too old to go back.
571 · Dec 2017
New Year's Resolution
wordvango Dec 2017
I resolve to break my resolution.
571 · Apr 2015
all of all in
wordvango Apr 2015
though effort,
       hard textures
personal failure,
         lyrical climaxes,
arbitrary closing
           the opening of
senses....

        feelings,
pain ecstasy,
              evolving,
coincide.....

to make me human...
   brings gloom
the taste of sugars
       at times
simultaneously,

my head revolving
    spins takes all of
all in.

taste it's bitter-sweet
571 · Jan 2017
it spins slower, sometimes
wordvango Jan 2017
there are places words cannot go
deep  ravines of bitterness
broken hearts
caverns buried beneath human souls
there are souls places words make amends
true feelings sweetnesses
cloved hooves
batteries of soul most worthy
of gallant meanings
the most over stated comparisons
soul lifting paradoxes
grand statements
it is between that is so barely
ever stated waking up
again . washing dishes
chore like memes
and daily activities,
the world spins round
either way
it just spins slower,
sometimes
570 · Mar 2017
goodnight
wordvango Mar 2017
hard to say goodnight to sweet beauty
the sounds of love passionately
echoing her cries from here to there
but, comes a time eyes must close
and let in tomorrow's dreams and words
I listen while
I sleep
you would too,
if you had Pink Floyd
and David Gilmour
ringing in your ear!
570 · Nov 2014
Oh, the harmonies
wordvango Nov 2014
those chords constructed vertical ladders,
vines to climb into heaven,
sing thy song rooted tense dissonance
resolves into absolute consonance.
Verbs into consonants.
words into rhythms , cries into hymns.
Thunder into ears, building in pitch
combining rungs climbing into the highest sound heard
backed by the drum of heartbeats, low loud continuance,
surrounding beauty and impulse,
speaking of every one who climbs,
up ,down,
harmony.
570 · Feb 2017
letting me see
wordvango Feb 2017
I find some amazing things when I am
not looking for them, they seem to find me:
forty bucks in the parking lot of Dollar General,
when I walked  there with a pocketful of change
to buy a cheap cigar, so nicotine
deprived,
a dog left in the country by somebody,
the best behaved most loyal black labrador,
when I was lonely as ******* hell,
and she is now my shadow,
kittens in the laundry room and a
mama looking up at me like , I am sorry,
when I had lost my best friend the week before,
her a cat lover and animal hoarder,
and I calmed the mother cat and said I know
you are in heaven Marge, Thank you for
letting me see!
wordvango Oct 2017
You know sometimes, I don't know why
But this old town just seems so hopeless
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times
Were just a little bit more in focus
But when she puts her arms around me
I can somehow rise above it
Yeah, man when I got that little girl standin' right by my side
You know, I can tell the whole wide world "shove it!" Hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right; she is all I need tonight

Every now and then I get down to the end of the day
And I have to stop and ask myself why I've done it
It just seems so useless to have to work so hard
And nothin' ever really seems to come from it

And then she looks me in the eye and says
"We're gonna last forever"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, cause it just feels so good, and so free, and so right!
I know we ain't never gonna change our minds about it - hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right, she is all I need tonight
(Watch her walk)

Every time it seems like there ain't nothin' left no more
I find myself having to reach out and grab hold of something
Yeah, I just catch myself wondering, waiting, worrying
About some silly little things that don't add up to nothin'

And then she looks me in the eye and says
"We're gonna last forever"
And man, you know I can't begin to doubt it
No, cause it just feels so good, and so free, and so right!
I know we ain't never gonna change our minds about it - hey!

Here comes my girl, here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right, she is all I need tonight..
Fly Tom. Don't try to fight it. Just I hope you realize how you touched so many.
wordvango Nov 2014
how I will die what for and how
will it be for a cause or just burnt out?
in the darkness alone or with love
around me. Will I cry out my last pleas, to Jesus?
Will I overdose
or quick be gone by a bullet to my head
or an aneurysm?
Suffer with tumors or cling in a coma?
Destiny is dying.
I will, if given a chance, gladly die for
some young soul or a dog or rat or a cat or a flea
if I died for another.
I would die for thee.
568 · Oct 2017
karma
wordvango Oct 2017
wonder how the days have withered my leaves
into songs recalled and loves remembered
all along I thought the sun was shining
but then I got all old and wiser

amazing how the crystal clear of youth ambers     like
an ancient jewel

how these eyes got so much dimmer yet
brighter in hope in seeing things clearer
even though the distance blurred the close is
obscured


how then I found one day a jewel
among the crystals of a sand dune

is amazing again
I sit and analyze and I guess

it's karma
568 · Feb 2016
the cure
wordvango Feb 2016
to the world's woes elude me
from down here spinning around
trying to make sense
while making cents into a dollar

or writhing lonely
while  a billion stars
glow in the sky
and the pizzeria
right next door

I find the neon distracting
the clown delivery cars
delivering to the hungry
while I starve
right under the glow
ironic

until I noticed the old woman
at the washeteria,
watching
the washer spin to a stop
slowly with her walker

stoop down in pain,  
unload her knitting of booties ,
with a faint beauty
a smile on her wrinkled
eyes and lips
568 · Mar 2017
i try
wordvango Mar 2017
trying to build tomorow out of yesterdays
misconceptions making yellow the sunrise
when black clouds are covering the window still
in  dark no shadows convey color is grey as
backs of a nickel plated worn
on the sidewalks crack
lack of light the glistening
side glance back
into the alley
she caught you in
molested you totally
ashamed to admit
you were so indefensibly
naive
slobbering at the
slightest smile
a tool my god
my *******
believed
and well
I think back would
the last three years
without
the veil before my eyes  in the sun
seeing it all
would they if  not for her
been
as good
I  forget
try to forgive
568 · Aug 2014
Seeing a woman dressed
wordvango Aug 2014
Seeing this woman standing
before me fully dressed. Svelte,
sleek in her black dress, legs smooth,
she appeals to all my senses,
smells of lotions from heaven, lanolin
moisturizing electrifying all my senses
straining my eyeballs and all my tendons
I approach, warily.
Not wanting to scare her away I say
words of honey melting off my dripping tongue
scheming
and oh so short of breath I attempt
to impress this pretty woman
fully dressed.
567 · May 2014
ancient desk....
wordvango May 2014
Positing like a fingerprint stain on a bronze bust in a ragged swivel chair,
i stare at the space and
  paper filled scribbles lining my nest;
the Menu from "Sweet Tooth Bar-B-q" complains blankly at my skeleton, as I sip under a caffeine stain on my nose,
a telephone long idle and a half-filled bottle of aspirin in case,
Monet on the wall, cheap copy and all, surface
in my side eye and compose the most beauty that lies here I suppose.
Who asks whose ancient desk?
whose home?
My only  answer is "who knows?
567 · Sep 2014
two sided nickle whore
wordvango Sep 2014
I've seen a ***** work for a nickeI
but I've never seen one with just one side
stereo would never sound as good
without that small decay
vision is sometimes one sighted
a stream sometimes trickles
out of its banks and thanks
I say to trickling down thighs for a nickel
both of her sides willing
taking a look at the wrong or right side
is worth sometimes a
shiny nickel.
566 · May 2017
Untitled
wordvango May 2017
another Joni classic{

"Raised On Robbery"


He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion, he was thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
She says, let me sit down, you know drinking alone's a shame, it's a shame, it's a crying shame
Look at those jokers glued to that **** hockey game
Hey honey, you've got lots of cash
Bring us down a bottle and we'll have some laughs
Gin's what I'm drinking, I was raised on robbery

I'm a pretty good cook, sitting on my groceries
Come up to my kitchen, I'll show you my best recipe
I try and I try but I can't save a cent
I'm up after midnight cooking, trying to make my rent
I'm rough but I'm pleasing, I was raised on robbery

We had a little money once, they were pushing through a four lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars, you should have seen it fly away
First he bought a '57 Biscayne, he put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest, that *******
His blood's bad whiskey, I was raised on robbery

You know you ain't bad looking, I like the way you hold your drinks
Come home with me honey, I ain't asking for no full-length mink
Hey, where you going, don't go yet
Your glass ain't empty and we just met
You're mean when you're loaded, I was raised on robbery
566 · Mar 2016
a big fire
wordvango Mar 2016
it takes an immense amount of time and
energy to think about it, so, I try
to live here and then now,
just living it
not reminiscing or planning
the next move,
It leads to a bad credit rating,
broke up relationships,
many clothes and record
collections burned,
I still mourn, just not as often
the loss of my Air Jordans'
my favorite blue jeans,
my notebook with drawings of
my next tattoo and
my Grateful Dead Lp's ,
and my I -phone
I just bought, that ounce
I had hid in those jeans,
along with several contacts
and her picture,
but in the now I see,
a big fire.
565 · May 2017
I lean to the left
wordvango May 2017
clearly, I lean to the left
walk with a pre-existing tilt
that in the halo of the House of Republican's
vote this week, might cause me to be
labeled a high health risk,
they also see me as
Alabama senator Mo Brooks labeled
as antithesis to "people who lead good lives"
and therefore strike me down with cancer or something.
He sees a way to waive health-care mandates
and save money, so those in the top 2% of income
can get a tax break.
Wake up people , rapists are running wild with false rhetoric and
you elected and pay them.
I have no choice in Alabama. The right is entrenched and
the education system is wrecked. Corn fed cows
pigs and ***** guarding the sheep
have more of a conscience than any elected official here.
565 · May 2016
to not worry
wordvango May 2016
why is it at 5 am i get the urges again
to write you silly love songs
behest
the urges to go
and buy four more
to quench my thirst
like today will be so different
and so it goes on and on
like I don't know the
days
numbered have my name
or any river
that flows on
and on
might change course
suddenly

this is what it is
and downstream is tomorrow
today is now
and so
I say again
how beautiful it is
to not worry
with such things
565 · Apr 2015
ode
wordvango Apr 2015
ode
to air:
cold
or burning hot,

ode to trees,
tall,
green leaves,

ode to me,
small,
alone in it all.

ode to convenience
store workers,
without them,

I may      be
sober.

ode to cemeteries,
all the remembrances
colder.

Ode to family
friend, acquaintances.
I have known.

ode to animals,
pets, squirrels,
possums,

ode  to water,
flowing clean
to her bounty

ode to mothers
******* milk flowing
bountiful

ode to what
ever created this, knowing
dichotomy

opposites
so needing were
to Odes
565 · Aug 2016
The Veil by Richard Moore
wordvango Aug 2016
How's one to see
rightly that tree,
that flat illusion
and deep confusion
of branch, twig, splinter
stripped bare for winter,
standing black, bold
in winter's cold
and gray sky's gloom
outside my room?
Thinking I'll prove
it real, I move
my head south, north,
to bring it forth
and so, reveal
its depth, its feel.
Men rearrange
their thoughts thus. Strange
how intricately
it moves . . . like me
—me more than any—
beneath the Many
it is the One,
the skeleton—
its trunk, its stark
and mottled bark
raccoons and wind
have ripped and skinned
and left to die . . .
But it's not I
who can define
its shape, or mine.

After this frost
all will be lost
in a strange scene
of savage green
when it receives
its destined leaves
that charm the eyes
as the ears lies
that poets tell.
All will be well:
for we shall see
in greenery
in sun, in gale
its face, its veil,
drape upon drape;
its truest shape.
565 · Oct 2014
Scream
wordvango Oct 2014
Tell me if I intensify or ratify or eclectically
de-sastisfy or ******* lie or
**** me and stratify artistically mortify
I wanna cry and bend this whole **** thing
over to arithmetically magnify
geometrically articulate and situate
the intensity of the diametrical
opposites
******* the whole ****** thing
claim the reasoning as my own
when it came from
my muse.
Say with me...
Is this real?
can I prove one theory
one thing I know
is I am
deaf and dumb.
Just seemingly
revolving waiting
numb.
565 · Sep 2016
infused
wordvango Sep 2016
with dripping elegance
the Venus' Pride
the False Indigo
with proud long stem protruding
the Blue Curls dew
covered extend
roadside curtsies to all
who pass by
dancing
like cultured pearls
in the morning
light.
565 · Apr 2015
Realistic Illusion
wordvango Apr 2015
I draw a smile
  with a yellow highlighter
on my down-turned frown
when I feel down.

I paint a smiley
   tattoo with a Sharpee
under my nose with upturned
   corners, it tickles me so.

I Shoot my reflections
   sadness between the eyes
with iridescent paint *****
     and never miss, the glow in my darkness.

I then stand naked in my id
      calling every demon daring them,
come to get me you *******
      *******.

Smiley bodied emoticon:
   Here....... :)))))))))
564 · Nov 2014
when forty nine....
wordvango Nov 2014
...winters have passed
unto the distance glance my lass,
upon the hill far off on horizons that see in dreamy visions.

Appear to you, oh, varied girl
the tallest steed dressed in pearls a diamond braided rein,
A knight in shining armor upon that mount will be hurrying
riding fast to meet you between here and now.

He shall hold in his strong hands roses, a white dress
to dress you in, a veil to veil your purity,
again. He will tell tall tales.
Adorned thorn less, if you see,
your horizon
that same destiny,
he rides toward.
564 · May 2014
red
wordvango May 2014
red
"We n' de ya **"
"Teach me my father, grandfathers
where do spirits go?"
Alone, confused, a traitor in trailer park town,
I walk streets camouflaged,  headdress down:

I stealthily spy on white mens moralities:
"We n' de ya **"
"Teach me my fathers, my grandfathers,
     teach me forgive, teach me let go."
564 · Jan 2016
walks nearer the creek
wordvango Jan 2016
it tickles lifts silt around my toes
and washes downstream melancholies
as much the red painted sunset often does
into a future turn of bank around a corner
my hopes and dreams sit still
with feet dangling from the limb overhanging
the tributary, One step more I wish, to take
and feel her flow, all over me,
take me there.
564 · Dec 2016
oh fair, fair maiden
wordvango Dec 2016
never has nature blessed on any one face
so sublime the treasures men seek
never ever has since a thousand ships
were launched has the world
seen beauty abound as fair
and uncommon;
Where nature has been harsh
to so many I see,
she was storing up all
her wonders
to bestow on you, my dear,
there " 'bout your dimples
those pursed ruby red lips
eyes deeper that any sea's depth",
but she , nature, may have stopped skin deep,
for I thinks, thou doth know
and enchant your own self
more than any man,
therefore the saying of
beauty is more
than skin deep.
Oh, oh how  I know, now,
oh fair, fair fairest
of all!
563 · Nov 2014
down stream
wordvango Nov 2014
Night, the sky is at times brightest.
Cries, the loudest.
Clowns can be funniest,
darkness may flourish,
unrestrained by sight.
in still, needs are fed
unseen, waterfalls
of poetic creativeness crash and flow between
streaming, down rocks, down dreams.
Plays, romances
are written.
Life, is renewing by rest. Or dark seeing.
Days are awaiting,
in the darkness
562 · Jan 2016
I have such bad luck
wordvango Jan 2016
my girlfriend wants me
to give her away at her wedding,
I learned Fortran and Cobol
right before IBM made the PC,
the week after I played 2, 11, 13, 20, 29, 38 on the lottery,
those numbers hit,
I sunk my life savings in Enron
the week the Feds raided,
my psychologist told me it's
all exterior, no such thing, she said ,
on her way home walked into the path of a bus,
thank god for my rabbit's foot in
my pocket, and the **** **** hanging around my neck,
and the four leaf clovers I wallpapered my living room with,
I mean , can it get worse?
562 · May 2017
nothing to do
wordvango May 2017
I 've nothing to do but sit and figure out the wrong parts
of Einstein's ride light theories
like I can't see time slowing
so how could it be
or
try to argue with Socrates who
is hung on my wall framed it's impossible
he always wins
or try to get rich quick
like Frey did with
a Million Little Lies
my next novel
awaiting publication,
about this dentist who underwent heart surgery
with no Anesthetic
Or dipute theories of Freud's
Oedipus Complex
with my gay friend.
who , by the way , had two mothers,
or watch CNN  and listen to
our President
make an *** out of hisself
and make all the other countries
laugh at us,
or clean up the kitchen, hell,
I think I am going to argue with Dostoyevsky
about Jewish states.
561 · Apr 2017
my life's bread
wordvango Apr 2017
my arms red from the armpits down
I exercise daily  my head
get plenty of pysical
endurance workout the cardio
from making others abodes
from seven am to six at dusk
mark a straight chalk line from about seven o'clock
as my time
that few hours I stretch  the synapses the electrical
impulses in my head to think about the greater possibilities
of someday building a temple for those like me
that make a good hand out of what they've been dealt
when playing spades I get everything but
when playing hearts I go bust
the suntan the aching legs the bulge of a hard day's work
certainly makes my temple stronger
the after seven exercising my human ability to imagine
is my life's bread
561 · Nov 2016
my ears are ringing
wordvango Nov 2016
love her oohs and ahs
music to my ears
her vociferousness
we parlayed and drank several hours away
laughed and smoked a blunt
and her hand was right there
I was expecting her to pull it away
when I reached out and touched it
she was a lady but
let me grasp her
and she was quite a lady
my ears are ringing
561 · Feb 2015
what a puper soul
wordvango Feb 2015
excuse the interception Seattle fans you had a win right in that New England guys hands.
Bobbly catch was miraculous.
but with one knee down and seconds left your players could of handled defeat a
little  more graciously.
I realize their are Billions riding on this, but the game was done.
Get over it.
By the way , I really liked some of the commercials.
Kids and lost dogs and coca cola asking all to love and

even Big Mac giving Strawberry shakes for one dance or calling your mama.
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