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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2003 Jan 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.13.17.24.23731]] |
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Your crispy chocolate cupcakes boil my cannoli al dente; the bodacious swelling of your red hots, Wakens my sincere yet sinful Stromboli, A fountain pen ready to stroke and to jot. Your eyes yodel to mine as apples to the hungry, No smaltz, not corny, rather crunchy and vivid. A serenade of fire and sweet tarts, not whimsy, Punches me simple, as our desires grow livid. Your blithe thrifty figure so full yet supple, Trots spirited in this, our eternal dance. Your pony tails bob like cow tails, a couple, That wistfully circle as our passions they prance. |