The Ugly Flower
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Posted:Jan 10, 2022 9:32 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 8:34 pm
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The Ugly Flower
The ugly flower wept, its tears streamed down to the sand. It wondered why it had been put alone upon the land. So different from all the rest, ridiculed and lost, It pondered for the evil deed that carried such a .
Immersed in sorrow, so ashamed it hid itself from light, And hoped for death to ease the pain and end its hopeless plight. Still it lingered, with no care for life, or love, or living, For I, it thought, have nothing worth the taking or the giving.
The other flowers laughed and jeered at such an ugly one, No yellow petals spread to grasp for soothing rays of sun. A large, ungainly mass of red, with no redeeming grace, With petals cupped to hide from view a most unwholesome .
Then quite distasteful to the rest, an odor did appear, Nauseating in itself, and harmful they did fear. So, doubling animosity, they threatened, jeered, and taunted, And made for that poor ugly flower, a life quite devil haunted.
Then one a tractor came to till the fertile land. Screaming loudly, flower by flower slipped beneath the sand. Foot by foot the tractor crept closer to the flower. Joyfully the flower praised the long awaited hour.
The tractor stopped. A man slipped down, quietly to stare. Soon he started digging âÂÂround the flower with great care. Transplanting it with gentle hands, a question he did pose. How, among these dandelions, had there come to be a ?
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The Pineapple Pit Stop
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Posted:Jan 10, 2022 9:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 8:34 pm
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The Pineapple Pit Stop - Chapter One
Her kisses were barbed wire --- No, scratch that.....her kisses were RUSTY barbed wire, dipped in honey hatch chili sauce.
Her breath...eloquent; At times not kindly so. But her taste......ahhhhhh.... Her taste
More often than not there was Pineapple. not sure why. I never saw her touch it. But, if I licked her shoulder Nibbled my way down her ribs Kissed my way across the small of her back There it was.....Pineapple. Fine.
A sweet cream and cinnamon spot nestled snuggly beneath each earlobe offered dessert on more than one occasion.
The pina colada mint trail amongst the small hairs across the back of her neck a sublime riposte to the urgency with which she clutched my ass.
She was not a patient one.... No
Have you ever been driving your car fast as hell through the mountains JUST to discover you had no brakes?
Pissing your pants... Praying GOD will let you live Driving like you've NEVER DRIVEN BEFORE
You reach the bottom alive.... (Holy Crap!) And you stare at the car.
You stare at the mountain.
You stare at the dark stain running down your leg.
You search the clouds in wonder..... And turn around and do it again.
Making love with her was JUST like that.
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