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~Amy
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__________________________________________ My son made this for me:
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It had decided a long time ago
Which direction it wanted to grow No reason, no rhyme It would only get more stubborn with time. Not curly but with swerves and dips It couldn’t be tamed, not even with a whip It will forever defy blow-dryers of today Not even stiff-bristles can tame this hay. With little effort, of winding around It becomes a sculpture, an erotic crown Layers and layers of color with no name I’m beginning to ponder this head of fame As I continue to gaze on that crowning gleam I’m afraid it will remain a distant dream With regrets and of this I will despair That I never got to touch, that great Mark’s hair. |
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Great poem!
You wield a mighty pen. |
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That is awesome .... I almost felt like I shouldn't be reading it.
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------- Quote from Chuck: Quote:
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Goodness me I thought I was a Mark lover.... I guess you put me in my place
I think I'm blushing just reading it Oh I'm hoping he responds. |
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Is it hot in here?
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