I like to smile
and cuddle
and kiss
and
well, it was cold on Thursday.
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Monday, July 27, 2009
The poems I Like
The Poems I like
The kinds of poems I like
are slim and shapely,
with beautiful smiles
and warm hearts; they
look good in a pair of skinny jeans,
saunter across crowded streets,
loiter with intent
in cafes and churches,
parks and bars,
and cruise in summer
in low-neck cars.
They are never luxury items
but necessary and vital
with no stray words
or punctuation
out of place; happy
and carefree, they
kiss you on the face.
Those are the kinds of poems I like.
KenR, 26-07-09
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