Meats Poems - Poems about Meats

Words of evening she speaks To him I act if I don't know There in secret places Is where they wish to go Mornings were I labor most To be neat and clean She wholloes beneath him To be spiteful and mean Yeah than when separation Is the antidote I am all he has It's when I mean As much Love of Mendini by Mukhon Strativerous Sexy Compositions Meatus Arrangements Compositions...

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My mouth salivates as the bacon sizzles in gram's old fashioned fry pan Life complete, wonderful, for I like cooking for my children and my man. Eggs will be last; they cook quickly, fresh ones, straight from the hen. In joyful throes of cooking now, let this happy July morning begin. I take a swig of my coffee, needing...

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she asked for a great thyme a day for festvel and enjoyment a day to marvel in the creativity of love and day for people to come together and celebrate the need to love she made beautiful drinks of cucumber jucies and apple jucies with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies. she favored a suttle flavor a mild wild but tamed flavor for a meat offering so she...

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Few years ago I smashed two flies engaged in aerial coitus. Today, I poked their corpse Fell to the floor, leaving a crust of Love Gunk Mixed innards, crushed and united gonads. One true love, for all time, the only evidence of which is smeared on my ceiling. My momma was making me a sandwich, n' she heard a loud spkat. A mouse, caught in the trap by his tail. Tossed it in the street, let the cats rip...

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Life from a fish bowl encapsulated ..above and behind the gilded dado's of peachy pink and flannel-gray of San Fran's Victorian Ladies Life wrapped with the ledges and overhangs and portcullis , frail, precious, half formed, half crazed, oft newly born each Lilliputian presence a sweet meat inside their saccharin selves. Life dawns, as a colorful array of hard candy colored covers shake forth from...

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Forty years, Granddad had store. Sold meat, ice cream, dry goods. Meats made mighty fine sandwich. He was old, bent over still Doing his carving craft. Had long-time customers. Some my Dad delivered to them in his truck. One customer Peg became Dad's lover And second wife of seven. I loved her. In winter Granddad sold Christmas trees. All year long, I got...

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