These WordsA Poem by NevilleTHESE WORDS I would never be
contented If these words were
bound in leather And only ever
exercised By potential
debutantes Both before and after
saunas In great halls of
etiquette somewhere Likewise I could never be
contented If these words were
never spoken But only ever
utilised To prop open boudoir
doors Or to legitimise the
w****s Beneath an ancient
quilt somewhere © 2015 NevilleFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on March 30, 2013 Last Updated on May 14, 2015 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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