Am all achy – rat
wanting an apparatus
to smear life
chanting as spring
storms in, she
is needy as you
my honey-do
lusting away, there
are men say
love soars –
juiceless boys
never can
the day rose
misty, of
bluer want.
Am all achy – rat
wanting an apparatus
to smear life
chanting as spring
storms in, she
is needy as you
my honey-do
lusting away, there
are men say
love soars –
juiceless boys
never can
the day rose
misty, of
bluer want.
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A ‘rat’ appa’rat’us. What a fun way to play with words. 🙂
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Thanks LuAnne.
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Ah, I love that line bluer want.
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Soulful, eh? (Oops, some Canadian leaked out, lol.)
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Lol, that’s right but (an Aussie way of punctuating)
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lol
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today @ Pier Carlo Lava.
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I love how you can always make such fun images from the magnetic poetry – rat chanting, my honey-do lusting away!
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Ha ha – they do present a challenge. Thanks, Heather.
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A pleasure!
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