Eve’s Apple Bottom

Eye Candy?

No, not for my precious cavities!

My holes made whole by nine foot knolls that

know me too well. My green escape from

Hell when there’s no one to tell of this special

Spell

spelt wrong in this book.

 

Like two foot gnomes who possess old cold pain

but never complain in the rain.

Their bodies were stained by pain-

t

or the pinschers that piss. Me off

wearing the weaved green on my sleeve.

 

Lips are chipped and chapped from

the Kiss that can kill. So, cold I know

when you are naked in snow and The

wind will blow.

OH!

 vmc03/01/13

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