Story filling well, so don’t choke;
Jump in, try to open with a joke;
Then sin and fire, giving grounds to fly,
With line for sexual hunger by and by.
Story filling well, so don’t choke;
Jump in, try to open with a joke;
Then sin and fire, giving grounds to fly,
With line for sexual hunger by and by.
It hardly made a sound as it flew high above my head.
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Then you have your head buried in mud? This is as clear as daylight!
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Probably why I’ll never amount to much of a writer. I have a confession . . . I didn’t read the title of the post, so I wasn’t sure of the context.
Now that I know, lemme concentrate and give it a go . . . pad my story with a joke, hell, an insect, and sex?
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Well done with this poem, Leslie.
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Thanks; then I haven’t lost the knack after a bit of a break!
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Not at all.
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