She is a wonderful poet and a very dear friend.
Smart witted and sexy, yet still with a little bit of mystery surrounding her.
It has to have rhythm, it has to have rhyme
It must be in sync like a clock ticking time
It mostly is short, but at times it is long
At times it's called powerful, sometimes... not so strong
It is loneliness, fear, it is utter despair
There are days, that it shows, I just no longer care
It is hate and compassion and the things I dream of
It is friendship and faith and the greatness of love
It goes on, like the seasons, the sun and the tide
When it has to come out there is no place to hide
It is force, a compulsion and perhaps it is me
And I can not contain it, it is my poetry
Takes "hanging out" to a whole new level.
Gin only if it's Dutch (jenever), otherwise it's Vodka
WYR drink your booze straight or with something (ice, water, soda, other booze, etc.) added?
All the happy people here
Well hello ladies, I'm back! And still the sexiest, so I'm taking back mt spot.
Too many different kinds? Of what?
I don't think Wendy would appreciate a man in bed, so I'll politely pass and hope for someone nice joining below.
Well that's nice, Jennifer beat me and changed it all for me. I'm saying yes now!
If we decide to call a flat piece of higly reflective material in a frame a mirror, and record that decision in al the major dictionaries, would you not agree, that a mirror exists, when a flat piece of higly reflective material in a frame exists?
Then why do we need to discuss if sound exists, when
mechanical radiant energy, that is transmitted by longitudinal pressure waves in a material medium, exists? That dear philosophers, is how sound is defined by science, according to a leading dictionary (Merriam-Webster). Other dictionaries use different words, but with the same meaning: sound is a set of waves, traveling through a medium. Merriam-Webster also states, that sound causes hearing. It therefore cannot be, that hearing causes sound.
Are you sure? Becausd I'm pretty sure, that I am sexiest.
Head, please give me that.
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To the woman I miss
I am blowing a kiss
In the hope that it reaches her heart
Brings my message of love
To the one I dream of
Across the ocean that keeps us apart
Lady M, I fear I have bad news; you no longer rule here, because I'm sexiest.