Ice Princess, You May Bend Over And Kiss-Injure Him Poem by Michael Gale
Ice Princess, You May Bend Over And Kiss-Injure Him
Evening's treasure...
Opens up life's own pleasure.
Perhaps we all know...
Life offers many a show.
Swiss Alps-ease down slopes of
powdery white crunchy growth...
St. Bernards barrelly late, after ice cold death's lonesome way too late lately arriving an irony loath.
Ice cubbed fingers displays frosty thickened breath...
Only just b'fore that long lasting sleep's limbic sad death.
Lassie come hither home here and there...
Far reaching unteaching among'st white bleaching whiteness ice princess that kisses my last family ridden and long past well ridden for thee to not know where.
Happy home plate measures measily but barely beyond my mortal reach...
Sorrow and sadnessed feelings regrettably implore their sorrow to unhearing ears that at long last my apology for thee is muted by deafened recall for total and sad ways to beseech.
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4/23/2024 10:37:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, H E N R Y! ! ! ...Thine eyes hath seen all, Sir Michael Jeffrey...I ask you: Is ther' not a name, nor topic thou shant be able to scribe and post on such TENterhooks of verse? Ney, you shalt say, to my query in true! FjR