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When hushing lips are hushed render me vertebra removed
For shame, for shame
with all this tame, tame typing;
we sick the dogs,
sick the dogs
now let us broil as crème brûlée.
so very hesitant, hesitant
yet we find it so self evident
that we the butchers turn our heads
when love & life come much to bear.
with all this tame, tame typing;
we sick the dogs,
sick the dogs
now let us broil as crème brûlée.
so very hesitant, hesitant
yet we find it so self evident
that we the butchers turn our heads
when love & life come much to bear.
Published 2nd Nov 2018
Author's Note
In ode & essence of Ogden Nash & W.H. Auden.
I may play around with the punctuation more, it was never my strong suit.
I may play around with the punctuation more, it was never my strong suit.
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2nd Nov 2018 1:59pm
this kind of made me laugh at myself dearest Samael
though I'm unsure why...
great writing...
love Brenda ❤
though I'm unsure why...
great writing...
love Brenda ❤
2nd Nov 2018 2:22pm
2nd Nov 2018 2:52pm
Youch! This is both ends of the spectrum. To the butcher's a nightmare is love; to love, a butcher.
Great irony and yes, a touch of humor.
Great irony and yes, a touch of humor.
