January 30, 2007
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I hope that you are safe
can feel my prayers, comrade...
You chose to equate
the lies with hypocritical alibis...
Lieing to yourself, Sir...is a Godly
given choice, that you have chosen
Time and time again...
and he is not mine nor the bottomed
Line that has to be crossed in confused
crossroaded directions...and
I shouldn't be caring that much about
anyone, right now...especially a friend
Like you...whose knows the value that
cracked, black pepper has on life...and
Freewill of hear, here and hereafter...baptised, Baptist
sliced and diced feelings and fillings
Of coursely, ground, yellow Grits...brought
home via, a damn Deep Run, gapped, Grubbed path...
Swallowed down with "pot lick her" lick her or liquor
whatever...your palate should or would, be...on a New
Years Day, kissed in, on the Eve of black-eyed-peas...
and hung over with one "I" wide open
and wanting only to please...and "I" wish
Eyes could puke it all
right out of the gist of me...
Comments (2)
Very intense Dottie, I hope you are doing well.
Chris
Hi, it's me, Twoberry, just checking out the links in my latest blog, to see if they work for visitors, and also to see if my old friends are still around. Hoping you're well and happy.
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