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red shepherd

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

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

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

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  5. Ha! You nailed those "parties"!

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

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  7. excellent - where is the red gingham tablecloth?

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

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

    amen, amen, amen, amen!

    Wonderfully clever.

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

    Cheers,

    Casey

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

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

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  14. 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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