joyous living
inside the morning
sunnyside of the
mourning backside
of another hatefilled
day..come out Ricky
come out and play..
string it strungout
and get laided..
proponderance thought
sometimes better than
naught..the marish
dreams..might may
thee farewell yet
us charish..get
in tune..I can't
wait to belt out
and spell out the
magic rune..live
again..be again..
if not for only
a short while..
For the spark of
orgasim..we should
never forget..the
blindsided passion..
that led me on..
the ever reaching
lest we forget..
By Rick Weber
October 24, 2011
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