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red shepherd

Photo by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales. Click for more info.


Yea though i walk
through the valley
of the pampered chef, 
the necessary wrought
iron wall sconce with
bonus freesia scented votive,
and the soft as burlap
naughty lingerie makeover
party; I will fear no
boredom: for thou art
with me; thy fruit
and thy warmth
they comfort me.
My cup runneth over.

Rene ~ April 2011

Comments

  1. Irish GumboApril 13, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    A shepherd with a seductive, powerful crook...boredom, be gone!

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  2. MargaretApril 13, 2011 at 10:18 PM

    !! Yes, there is always a reason to go to those parties. For food, wine and fun.

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  3. MarianApril 13, 2011 at 10:27 PM

    oh yes you really are making me snort with this one, girl. do you also see one of those rustic barn stars hanging there? ha! gimme another cup of wine.

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  4. Brian MillerApril 13, 2011 at 10:50 PM

    haha...i would need a lot of vino to get me to one of those parties...

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  5. jenny_oApril 13, 2011 at 10:55 PM

    Ha! You nailed those "parties"!

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  6. Tess KincaidApril 13, 2011 at 11:18 PM

    Those parties really are down there in the valley. The deep valley.

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  7. Isabel DoyleApril 14, 2011 at 3:37 AM

    excellent - where is the red gingham tablecloth?

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  8. BrendanApril 14, 2011 at 6:38 AM

    Yes, the red burble of those stomped grapes will make a joyous purple of droll mauve bustiers ... Brendan

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  9. ElaineApril 14, 2011 at 10:15 AM

    Oh how clever!

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  10. HelenApril 14, 2011 at 11:12 AM

    I'm singing/shouting/dancing this ...

    amen, amen, amen, amen!

    Wonderfully clever.

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  11. Fred MillerApril 14, 2011 at 3:05 PM

    Red wine! So that's how you all put up with that sandpaper ass floss they call sexy lingerie. Y'all are perfect just naked.

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  12. TrellissimoApril 15, 2011 at 12:52 PM

    Witty and playful. Well done.

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  13. Steve IsaakApril 16, 2011 at 5:21 PM

    LOL, clever, enjoyed this a lot.

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  14. Casey FreelandApril 17, 2011 at 1:34 AM

    Must be a great vintage! You have been so prolific lately. I'm loving it.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  15. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryApril 17, 2011 at 3:53 PM

    another brilliant tale.
    poem on.

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  16. AnonymousApril 18, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    This one cracks me up. Great observation powers, as usual. xo

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  17. earlybirdApril 19, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    this is brilliant! So funny. Sorry I only just found it.

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  18. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceApril 23, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    impressive one.


    beautiful write…

    Invite you to join poets rally week 42 by sharing a free verse today.

    You will love the encouragements you get once you are in and make commitment.

    Your poetry rocks!

    awards for you!

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