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A Slave for Your Apple Pie
Heading home
through the rain
with a fist of roses
& a movie to play
I smell your cooking
from the end of the street
Can't wait
to turn the key
through the rain
with a fist of roses
& a movie to play
I smell your cooking
from the end of the street
Can't wait
to turn the key
Published 8th Jul 2011
| Edited 14th Oct 2014
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19th Jul 2011 8:05am
19th Jul 2011 1:36pm
This was one of those snippets I wrote in a flash and because of that I always wonder if it might not be good enough to post for public consumption.
Your feedback has confirmed my instincts - so I'm extremely grateful to you for stopping by.
Best ~ Abra
Your feedback has confirmed my instincts - so I'm extremely grateful to you for stopping by.
Best ~ Abra
19th Jul 2011 10:53pm
romantic poems Abra, but this one feels sincere and charming. and oh, I love the title humorous and kinda sexy, ha haa!
20th Jul 2011 7:25am
Truth is, I'm just a big softie with a sweet tooth who writes hard around the edges.
Appreciate the visit, Bella.
Best ~ Abra
