Thursday, June 16, 2005

Good Golly, Miss Molly

and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.


harry k stammer said...

out of joyce and into firesign theater

and yes, and yes


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Michael Parker said...

Hi Mark. I found your site from the poem your wrote for Didi's "Bette" painting. (It was wonderful.) I really liked this marquee poem. Very clever. I'm going to have to turn into a copy-cat and try the format out.