I’m swaying to the high’s and low’s of the
crescendo’s
swaying and bending
whipping these hips with
confidence
loving what I was blessed with…
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I’m swaying to the high’s and low’s of the
crescendo’s
swaying and bending
whipping these hips with
confidence
loving what I was blessed with…
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The one thing you’ve been consistent at is being inconsistent.
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The lengths we go through just to hear them say ‘I Love you
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How they bless my beauty;
baptizing me in compliments.
But these men use beautiful things;
uproot them and leave them to die on shelves.
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And there she remained
hoping and praying he
would smuggle the stars
into her prison and show
her the way out……
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Chase the Storm
Poems which make you smile each day!
Mind over matter
Never get lost in the Sauce
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The Little Poetastry; The little stories
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Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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