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FOND DESIRES! 💜

“FIRE!” a poem, for May 7th, Moon-DAY –

We DON’T need to-talk-about fires;

Come-on, Honey, (let’s-talk-’bout) FOND DESIRES!

Let’s talk-of those instead,

OK?

I don’t care ’bout no fires today!

Fires-are-not-real, unless in my house;

Fires are a dream, and I-am-[just]-a-MOUSE!

A mouse can’t put out no fires, except when he p – – s,

And brings the populations – To their bloody knees!

Fires – they are,

Just in my dreams,

And p – – – p – – – it-doth-come,

In-fluorescent-streams:

I will p – – – the fires, p – – – them out,

‘Cause I just wanna – kiss and pout,

SO –

No-talk-of-fires! HONEY-let-me-know,

IF – inside-your-walls-I-can-go.

THERE I S FIRE,

THE KIND I LIKE,

TO STOKE MY FURNACE – AND SPARK THE “MIC!”

Come-on, Honey; let fire bans,

Be-known-ONLY – to-the-“also rans!”

Let’s forget about them fire threats,

AND MAKE OUR FIRE – as-The-Sun-sets,

And, when it rises, across the way,

LET’S MAKE FIRE – THROUGHOUT THE DAY!

fin. <3

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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)