![]() Fine WhineA Poem by Frieda P![]() That 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 © 2013 Frieda PAuthor's Note
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Added on January 2, 2013Last Updated on January 2, 2013 Author![]() Frieda 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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