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“TO RAP OR NOT TO RAP!” a poem Sunday, May 5, 2019 Sam, The Man, dialed-up-his-computer – to “One-Stop-Kimmy-Moo!! It-was simply something – [that] SAM-WAN-TED TO-DO, For KIMMY, Sweet Kim, just – took-’em-off and did A Show, And-She-never-even met Sam, so how could Kimmy know, THAT SAM!!! just wanted comfort, pizzazz – and-a-little-bit of beau-TY; He didn’t want-to discuss: BUSINESS! and/or RELIGIOUS PHIL-O SO-PHY! Now, Sam – He had an “associate,” a darling, learned thing, Who would meet for coffee with him – and questions She would bring! And DISCUSSION, DISCUSSION – She TRULY, TRULY craved, From her “learned,” “spiritual” SAM – BEFORE-She-then be-haved, In-a seductive and-a-pro-vo-cative [for-Him] special-WAY, But, He was too worn out! ‘fore-The-End-ing-of-The-Day, ‘Cause-all-that-talk-and-conjecture really-“took-IT-out-of-Him,” And – there-was no comfort and beauty – as-there-was with-KIM! Yet, y’-know, Sam was CRAZY WILD – ’bout a gal He knew – over-seas; Her beauty and her allure – just brought Him – “to his knees!” She was – His best mate – and Friend-of-Friends – and preferred-partner-in-bed, But, before-there-was-any-“getting-it-on,” She wanted – INSIDE HIS HEAD! DEAR OVERSEAS wanted to “Ooh-and-Ahh” Him, to get things SEEMINGLY ready, But, after a-while-of-waiting, Poor Sam – was NOT TOO VERY STEADY, And-would-fall ASSleep, so tired was He, waiting for The Prize, That He-just “died away,” closing His Yearning Eyes! HOW SAD, when-the sweet nookie – is-really just-right THERE! “The Waiting Game” can-make-you almost-not-a-care, And, then, Sam-might-go – to-Kimmy, who’s [just] a-simple-s-x-y-t-a-p-e, But, at least, at least, with KIMMY-MOO, YOU NEED NOT “STOOP TO RAP( )!” 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)

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