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one dime, my dear
for a poem or two
is nothing to fear.
for if here i wait
i'll read a poet offering
a marriage proposal to fate.
all because of some words
that a fiendish girl wrote
that some find luridly absurd.
tropical fruit on fingers
smiles of plums and peaches
hands here and there they linger.
ahhh, i digress...stevadore...you seem to know a bit about the difference between love and lust...all words, all words. read my post in response to yours under my tropical fruit poem...you kill me.