I went downtown, saw Katie in the nude on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued, like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;
was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed, bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed, contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude 'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!
And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!, imbued with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd, to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,
and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed, alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"
Adiós, mis vacas! Que pasa en esta temporada de tristeza? La soledad se cultiva en las ciudades; viva la muerte. Uno no debe imaginar que el hombre es bueno. El paisaje se despierta en un fiel espejo, pregunte.
La noche ha porches de la siesta en ruinas con pistacho. Débiles enemigos se disipa amigos sin valor. La calle es corta. Hay falta de coherencia, la esperanza y la fe. Todas las puertas evitadas saludan: No pasarán.
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SONNET XXXIX FOR KATIE
I went downtown, saw Katie in the nude
on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;
was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!
And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!, imbued
with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,
and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"
My Poetry Blog
http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/
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Adiós, mis vacas! Que pasa en esta temporada de tristeza?
La soledad se cultiva en las ciudades;
viva la muerte.
Uno no debe imaginar que el hombre es bueno.
El paisaje se despierta en un fiel espejo, pregunte.
La noche ha porches de la siesta en ruinas con pistacho.
Débiles enemigos se disipa amigos sin
valor. La calle es corta.
Hay falta de coherencia, la esperanza y la fe.
Todas las puertas evitadas saludan: No pasarán.
My tentatively spanish poetry blog;
http://hollb.blogspot.com/
Portuguese:
http://kraxport.blogspot.com/
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My Babe Misogyn Wallpapers:
http://screenfonds.blogspot.com/
My philosophy:
http://windormirrow.blogspot.com/
My Philosophy:
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- Peter Ingestad, Sweden
Lindo!
Junto ao Mosteiro a beleza inequívoca da presença do Criador.
Bem-haja.
Bjs.
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