Fine WhineA Poem by Frieda PThat time when you can dye your hair blue or purple, be cranky and everybody expects you to be totally off the wall bat shyte crazy anyway.Can I have some cheese with my whine please you get older, life goes on fast forward tilt but you're slower than that last bit of ketchup mid-life is like halfway between Belize & Pluto nouveau pauvre are my soul's twisted underpants filled with the bubble wrap of black licorice laces voices chanting in my head eat coconuts and do a line squirrel monkeys dancing to 'i'm too sexy for my rants' bend over backwards or forward it's much of the same older isn't necessarily wiser unless you're a dead beatle fine bordeaux wine, fiddlesticks, dust bunnies & flip flops Oooooft, oodles of noodles, blow me...away, I've done my time
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Added on January 2, 2013Last Updated on January 2, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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