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Stop stealing people’s spot lights
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2013
You are silk and I am burlap
In your world we make beautiful wedding invitations
In mine we make the worlds ugliest pants
And that poem wasn’t even about you
Like a thief in the night,
Like a thief in the night, barrelling ass down the rugged terrain, burlap undies to covet his pain, silken tie adorned his neck, when she turned on the spotlight,
....he was naked!!!
Bleccckkk!!
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
:)
he got 'picture the audiance naked' and 'just be yourself' all twisted in his brain before the show ;)
Much Love
Ashley
soooo BOOM! in yo face
soooo BOOM! in yo face
:)
high five
Much Love
Ashley
The Burlap Spotlight Stolen
I can not admit to stealing the spotlight, I was just thinking about borrowing it for a while. Oh, you mean him. Got it (smile). Enjoyed this tremendously rabbit - in search of a burlap bra and matching socks ~Lady A~
:)
to wear with your silk panties?
:) you can borrow the spot light whenever you want my dear!
Much Love
Ashley
Limit The Spotlight
I never wear panties. We call it underwear. The bureau is full and undies leap out as if alive, they are under the bed, hanging on coat hangers, and prefer to dangle from the ceiling. Shut down the spotlight and they sing. "Another flabby to firm buttocks day" is their favorite lyric. Yes, they are silk (well synthetic or nylon blend) but they dream of becoming burlap one day. Ha! Ha! Ha! Next write - Ode To Bloomers. Yeeeahhhhhh! ~allets~