oh say it aint
Monday thru Saturday with Sunday off to go to homes with our folks for dinner each week, you didn't need a clothes line for the sheets... it... was... and asterisk * of a night all week, a regular hippies convention... real story... j. g. smiles
two birds with one stone saves nine
The famous Club sandwich in which i am the center piece... or a Bologna sandwich wherein i am the meat, so many variations, what a concept, you could even have brown bread or rye, or sour dough, or.... 7-grain, multi cultural, you could wrap it or zip lock it j.g.smiles
this is a rather 'ambiguous' poem
You "crack" me up... so early in the morning too... what do you drink, what brand....
malt is cool if i can't get hold of
a soda and there's something sexy
(sexual) about the bubbles when
you pop them open.
can get no sleep with them under
your sheets, hehe. what's that The
Who song again?
nice poem, btw.
fractalcore. thanks for stepping in so long ago, this piece was a bit funky, never thought of bubbles and sex