EVERY SATURDAY Every Saturday we witness grinning Bulging - TopicsExpress



          

EVERY SATURDAY Every Saturday we witness grinning Bulging flesh and fledgling torsos As altars bear the hearts of souls in embrace Bouquets are thrown and hopes are heightened And octogenerians seated, bare fallen teeth with pride As they await moons to bring them bubbling cheeks But, alas, brides swing pains into hearts The clouds smirk is desired As men yearn to be free from oaths sworn In houses where sleep is the only silence
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 11:50:09 +0000

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