Delicate
I'm not plagued with high levels.
Must be all the raking I do.
My pubes look as lush as my hair, so fire isn't even a concern.
Maybe heat exhaustion is.
This might be a poem,
My oceans aren't small.
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Nice to see some words from you *
Delicate, eh? Well, one wonders what you really wanted to say!
I've been a bit estranged from the written word since I finished my last book. Blathering a little felt good though.
Love the last line. *
*, Cheryl. I really am drawn in by the opening line.
*, Cheryl. I really am drawn in by the opening line.
Sorry for the double clutching.