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One I FOUND in THE ARCHIVES...

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One I FOUND in THE ARCHIVES... NOT LUSH OBVIOUSLY!!!

(So I said FUCK IT, I'll PRINT IT HERE...)


DECEMBER.

This is the part where... This is the part where I fell...
You said 'Not again!' You yelled.
Snail without a shell.
That was the bit where I found hell.

Here was the part where I just failed.
Lemonade lost and daisy trailed.
All forgotten, everyone bailed.
I don't recall the precise details...

December?
Cut down a Pine Tree and yell 'Timber'…
I confess I don't remember.
I recollect a pointed finger.

That was the part where it just didn't happen.
Everything caught up and trapped.
Lost smiles in a photograph.
Now an epitaph.

I wish you a Merry Christmas
As you go about your business...
Decorate your tree.
And please try to think kindly of me ?

Yuletide, aside, all things pass.
Four year old fingers tear at the paper.
Doesn't matter what I bought.
I could never package what I ought.

There is no Santa Claus.
There's just a little tree.
The lights are heaven made.
There's nothing real to see.



xx SF
Scarlet Seductress
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A little sorrowful for a Tuesday, Steph. Everyone is still on a downer from Monday, lol.

A lovely piece of somber reflection, though. I don't think you give yourself enough credit for the quality of your work in general. It's damn fine.

L x
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One I FOUND in THE ARCHIVES... NOT LUSH OBVIOUSLY!!!

(So I said FUCK IT, I'll PRINT IT HERE...)


DECEMBER.

This is the part where... This is the part where I fell...
You said 'Not again!' You yelled.
Snail without a shell.
That was the bit where I found hell.

Here was the part where I just failed.
Lemonade lost and daisy trailed.
All forgotten, everyone bailed.
I don't recall the precise details...

December?
Cut down a Pine Tree and yell 'Timber'…
I confess I don't remember.
I recollect a pointed finger.

That was the part where it just didn't happen.
Everything caught up and trapped.
Lost smiles in a photograph.
Now an epitaph.

I wish you a Merry Christmas
As you go about your business...
Decorate your tree.
And please try to think kindly of me ?

Yuletide, aside, all things pass.
Four year old fingers tear at the paper.
Doesn't matter what I bought.
I could never package what I ought.

There is no Santa Claus.
There's just a little tree.
The lights are heaven made.
There's nothing real to see.



xx SF




What a lovely poem from you. xo
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Quote by Liz
A little sorrowful for a Tuesday, Steph. Everyone is still on a downer from Monday, lol.

A lovely piece of somber reflection, though. I don't think you give yourself enough credit for the quality of your work in general. It's damn fine.

L x


Lizzie, (who I ADORE...) once said of my work, "You do melancholy well..."

Master of understatement, that child...

xx SF
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THE CREATION OF A VAGINA
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine
Created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher, smart with wit,
Using a knife, he gave it a slit.
Second was a carpenter, strong and bold,
With a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole.
Third was a tailor, tall and thin,
By using red velvet, he lined it within.
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
With a piece of fox fur, he lined it without.
Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell,
He threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
Sixth was a preacher whose name was McGee,
He touched it and blessed it and said it could pee.
Last came a sailor, a dirty little runt,
He sucked it and fucked it and called it a cunt
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THE CREATION OF A VAGINA
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine
Created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher, smart with wit,
Using a knife, he gave it a slit.
Second was a carpenter, strong and bold,
With a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole.
Third was a tailor, tall and thin,
By using red velvet, he lined it within.
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
With a piece of fox fur, he lined it without.
Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell,
He threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
Sixth was a preacher whose name was McGee,
He touched it and blessed it and said it could pee.
Last came a sailor, a dirty little runt,
He sucked it and fucked it and called it a cunt


Highly offensive and NOT THE SLIGHTEST BIT FUNNY!!!

GET OFF MY THREAD!

xx SF

(I'm not in High Stakes right now but CAN SOMEBODY kill THAT!)

Please.
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THE CREATION OF A VAGINA
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine
Created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher, smart with wit,
Using a knife, he gave it a slit.
Second was a carpenter, strong and bold,
With a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole.
Third was a tailor, tall and thin,
By using red velvet, he lined it within.
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
With a piece of fox fur, he lined it without.
Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell,
He threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
Sixth was a preacher whose name was McGee,
He touched it and blessed it and said it could pee.
Last came a sailor, a dirty little runt,
He sucked it and fucked it and called it a cunt


THAT was incredibly rude.

The Creation of Woman

God created Adam
Thought he'd be perfect
But after all he realised
Man was not worth it

So he sort perfection
Took one of Adams ribs
Made sure to seek suggestion
And thus us women live.
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THAT was incredibly rude.

The Creation of Woman

God created Adam
Thought he'd be perfect
But after all he realised
Man was not worth it

So he sort perfection
Took one of Adams ribs
Made sure to seek suggestion
And thus us women live.


Doesn't even rhyme. Contains misspellings.

-1
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My poems always rhmye..I mean the ones that are not written by areholes that i do not publish.


Kiera... Did you just call yourself an arehole?
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Night Jack xo


Night Kiera xo
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You cannot possibly think his poem was ok?


Well no... But I found the poem's wake to be humorous.