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When They Speak
You've got a big heart
And they bite into it
Succulently slow
Teeth holding
then cutting
the meat
For the sweet juices
that flow down their throat
That whets their thirst
Surely you must see
blood in their teeth
When they speak
I think I dated a few like
I think I dated a few like these over the years. Glad that is all behind me now!
Starward
sadly, there are too many of
sadly, there are too many of them in the world. Nice poem.