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Bunny And Other Names A Poem
Bunny And Other Names A Poem I am wondering Have I had some pet names From lovers in the past Darn memory It has some gaps. A new friend Has started to bunny. I do like that. As bunnies are cute And soft and fluffy. I have been called honey. Sweetie, darling Beautiful and my lady. Just my given name And it's shortened version. I like them all Especially accompanied By love and affection. I think if I were called lover That might make me quiver. How it really hits some Inner part of me. How precise it is. Like an on/off switch. But Bunny is the word That I want to How I appreciate being Compared and called it By someone who thinks I have bunny like qualities. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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How quaint eh? Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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6/20/2019 11:05 pm |
That is very kewl and very quaint!
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That is very kewl and very quaint! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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We must have the same new friend!
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"... bunny like qualities..." Ya mean... you produce poems, at the rate of two bunnies, fucking in a small enclosure, like my grandparents had... back in the day? 🤔 My brother and I were tiny and we didn't understand that whole sex thing. Every few weeks we'd see new babies in that little fenced in world of theirs, (the bunny world). We thought a neighbour had brought my grandparents gifts of baby bunnies. 😊 Come to think of it... it was kinda strange to see that big fat male bunny, always sitting on top of the female bunny. She never seemed to mind... 🐰🐇😜😁❤️😎😘 Yep..... We had rabbit 🐰 stew quite often at Grannie's place. She would tell us that it was chicken 🐔... What did we know? 😔 ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Love it!!!!!!
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We must have the same new friend! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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"... bunny like qualities..." Ya mean... you produce poems, at the rate of two bunnies, fucking in a small enclosure, like my grandparents had... back in the day? 🤔 My brother and I were tiny and we didn't understand that whole sex thing. Every few weeks we'd see new babies in that little fenced in world of theirs, (the bunny world). We thought a neighbour had brought my grandparents gifts of baby bunnies. 😊 Come to think of it... it was kinda strange to see that big fat male bunny, always sitting on top of the female bunny. She never seemed to mind... 🐰🐇😜😁❤️😎😘 Yep..... We had rabbit 🐰 stew quite often at Grannie's place. She would tell us that it was chicken 🐔... What did we know? 😔 Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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Love it!!!!!! Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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.. So... I shouldn't share, the CHICKEN 🐔 story with you ? 🤔 OK .... I will... I know... you want to hear it. 😉 So... My granny brought home, this live chicken 🐔, from the market here in Montreal - back in the day, when we had 'live markets'. She put that chicken 🐔... under a clothes hamper (you know the type?) , and told my brother and I, that there was a chicken, in the basement. Well... ... can you imagine, our excitement, when we ran down those stairs, and actually saw, a live chicken.. in the basement? My grandfather (who had come home from work, by then), asked us, if we wanted to pet that chicken. What do you think we said? ; "Of course!" Twenty minutes later ... my grandfather, was still chasing, that fucking chicken, around the basement. My brother and I were laughing so hard, we could hardly supervise the chase. We DID, observe, his growing anger and lack of patience, with that frisky, feathered flutterer. He (Grandpa), didn't seem to be amused. A few days later.... my grannie served stewed rabbit 🐰. The rabbits, had long since disappeared from my grandparent's back yard. I asked them... about THAT chicken 🐔; the one, my brother and I had petted? I'll never forget my Grandma's reply ;"The chicken 🐔, escaped!" We were SO grateful and relieved. With my little mind, I didn't think of asking, where, it might have run to. They did live, on a six lane boulevard. That rabbit, tasted great.... and surprisingly... a lot, like chicken. 😊 Many.... many... years later... I put the pieces of that puzzle, together. My granny had been hiding a rabbit, in the closet. To this day, I have no idea where.... that silly chicken went to. 🐔🤔 Dja think it's still roaming Montreal... somewhere? hmmmm... 🤔 ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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.. So... I shouldn't share, the CHICKEN 🐔 story with you ? 🤔 OK .... I will... I know... you want to hear it. 😉 So... My granny brought home, this live chicken 🐔, from the market here in Montreal - back in the day, when we had 'live markets'. She put that chicken 🐔... under a clothes hamper (you know the type?) , and told my brother and I, that there was a chicken, in the basement. Well... ... can you imagine, our excitement, when we ran down those stairs, and actually saw, a live chicken.. in the basement? My grandfather (who had come home from work, by then), asked us, if we wanted to pet that chicken. What do you think we said? ; "Of course!" Twenty minutes later ... my grandfather, was still chasing, that fucking chicken, around the basement. My brother and I were laughing so hard, we could hardly supervise the chase. We DID, observe, his growing anger and lack of patience, with that frisky, feathered flutterer. He (Grandpa), didn't seem to be amused. A few days later.... my grannie served stewed rabbit 🐰. The rabbits, had long since disappeared from my grandparent's back yard. I asked them... about THAT chicken 🐔; the one, my brother and I had petted? I'll never forget my Grandma's reply ;"The chicken 🐔, escaped!" We were SO grateful and relieved. With my little mind, I didn't think of asking, where, it might have run to. They did live, on a six lane boulevard. That rabbit, tasted great.... and surprisingly... a lot, like chicken. 😊 Many.... many... years later... I put the pieces of that puzzle, together. My granny had been hiding a rabbit, in the closet. To this day, I have no idea where.... that silly chicken went to. 🐔🤔 Dja think it's still roaming Montreal... somewhere? hmmmm... 🤔 Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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