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Prickled With Youth
by Righteous_Vigilante
written on July 15, 2006 2:14 PM
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Her complexion ruddy against his lemon
Painted with coral red nail polish
Seeping into a freckle or two, so deep
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Down, down, down we go
Amid the grass so bitter with spite
Turned dead when Mama boils it through
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Itchy, peeling, my tickled delight
Decides for once that the sun’s no harm
When a bluebonnet’s resting on my clavicle
And it’s the purr of your nose I hear



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QhBaRrElChIc: Amazing!....Don't know what else to say other than I have no doubt you will be one of the great poets of the century...If you aren't than you should be!
on July 17, 2006 1:14 PM
EyesWideOpen: [Thank you for your kind words on my poem.] This work makes me tingle. And very few things do that. Excellent.
on July 15, 2006 2:40 PM


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