tales from the murky splurge: I AM SORRY of this game of arachnifrogslegs

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Friday, June 5, 2009

I AM SORRY of this game of arachnifrogslegs

please do not apologise sorry is not a word but just the fear of loosing me now your heart can not be heard apology not accepted your fear is justified now that you have been trussed to the stake and fried barbecued frog with onion rings covered in salt from weeping wails where women lick and stroke... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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