New DayA Poem by NM Sarah
Timid pink laps at the black Sangres
Curiosity peeks over the peaks
And I smile to myself
So tasty, juicy fullness can’t be postponed anymore
Today’s not Christmas, but the gifts are waiting
Twitching, itching, snitching
I’ll take my time
-but I’ll take it all
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Added on November 3, 2009 Last Updated on February 10, 2010 Author
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