Poem -

Why Not Just Throw Away The Key

She was never really
beautiful
but she was always
very pretty ..
And then of course
she was
also quite perverted ..
In fact, that
may just be, precisely
what made
her so very damned
attractive
in the first place ..
If you know
what I mean, in some
pseudo-distressed
but elsewise
depraved kind of way ..
So come on
tell me now, before they
throw away
the key, does any of this
make even
an ounce of sense, at all ..

 

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Neville

'Awesome' always does it for me Greg .. bless you my friend .. just wondering whether you have experienced any problems signing in recently .. I keep getting locked out & it takes forever getting back up and running .. Cheers, Neville 

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Tony Taylor

Hey Sir NEVILLE!!....Of course this makes sense....or at least it does to men with lust in their hearts (smiles)....seriously though, I have definitely run across women of such morphing beauty....truly deceptive beauties.....and NEVER the type one should marry.....that is, if one can help it!! (more smiles)......ALL STARS!!...love reading your work my friend.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!....T xo  : _)

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Neville

Hello Tony T .. 

Many thanks for taking a peek at this particular little scribble of mine .. I really am most grateful and am knocking them rockets write back at you ........ All Good Things, your pall Neville :)

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