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“IDAHO POTATO!”  a poem about The Mystic Poet’s o.a.o.!*  Friday the 13th comes on Thursday this month: Sept. 13, 2018

“IDAHO POTATO!” a poem about The Mystic Poet’s o.a.o.!* Friday the 13th comes on Thursday this month: Sept. 13, 2018

MY TRUE LOVE IS FROM IDAHO,

She is a FINE po – ta – to!

An I-DA-HO Potato (pause) earthy and firm,

Grown in VOLCANIC soil – for-the-”perfect term!”

She SPROUTED, oh, so love-r-ly; she’ll sprout, both here AND there,

Sprouting! Girls & Booty; sprouting blonde-ish hair!

My IDAHO POTATO – sings! The perfect “Ho, ho, ho,”*

She has a million I’s (eyes) with her – each-one-with-sparkling glow!

And her eyes are always on me – and mine are on her two (too),

Of this or that and up and down – I cook her – yes, I do!!

I serve her up, my-potato-girl, with sausage, sweet salami;

I stuff her with the sausage meat & cry: “You ARE my mommy,

With something extra – thrown right in; you know, I’m from Montana:

I grew up NEXXXT- to my sweet spud – she’s like the ‘sacred manna,’

That Josh-ua did talk about – IT IS THE DESERT FARE (fair),

And my Idaho Potato! She’s so PRETTY, growin’ there! 🙂

fin. <3

* – One and Only!

** – Just like Santa!

By KINDNESS WISDOM

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)