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“Ode to a Sticky Bun”
Sweetly you pass my loving palate and lie Pecan chewy nestled O how sublime How long have I waited for you to raise yourself high To be gently enfolded with spice, love eternal, syrup divine When the heat of necessity golden brown your facade A stretch of intention your fiery essence safely met Injurious one be kind, heat beguiling needful retard I wait, oh how I wait, until Father Time is set You are mine, yes, you are mine, do not ask me to be sate Oh you sweet, tasty bun, how I rapture with thee Druthers are mine and buns are mine fate
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1/23/2020 10:07:26 am
Writing poems is what I do for a living. Well, I am a professional writer, and I am very confident in my ability to write poems. I do not make a lot of money from it, but I do enjoy it, very much. I think that as long as I can do this, then I could probably last for the rest of my life. I have money saved up, so I think that I am still good enough for a couple more years. Leave a Reply. |
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