Monday, February 20, 2012

Tercets

A sweet Chardonnay
Kisssed my lips; swore to obey
One insane heartbeat.

Sing a dulcet dream,
Spin a fantastical ream,
Before the moon sinks.
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2 comments:

  1. NeerFebruary 20, 2012 at 10:30 AM

    the next wendy cope!

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  2. SkipFebruary 20, 2012 at 10:51 AM

    You say the nicest things. Gross exaggerations, most of them,but the nicest things! :D Thanks, Never stop.

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