the lake leavens your features you are as smooth as stone small decay set in the space between your lips i must not place my mouth on your mouth, invite the slow rattling tongue. a tunnel of rocks births your form i see you on the horizon of water a durnick falls from my fingers i will not mark your body.
hi! i'm new to the blogsphere. i like a challenge! i don't think this works though. durnick sticks out like a stranger in this poem.
How about "Kiss the Blarney Dornick." Or "Kill two birds with one dornick." "Sticks and dornick may break my bones . . ." and "You can't get blood from a dornick."
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And he shall be the one to throw the first . . . dornick?
People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw dornicks.
Like a rolling dornick . . .
Leave no dornick unturned.
(I never realized how many dornicks there were in our idiomatic-rich culture)
Okay, I accept the challenge!
the lake leavens your features
you are as smooth as stone
small decay set in the space
between your lips
i must not place my mouth
on your mouth,
invite the slow rattling tongue.
a tunnel of rocks births your form
i see you on the horizon of water
a durnick falls from my fingers
i will not mark your body.
hi! i'm new to the blogsphere.
i like a challenge! i don't think this works though. durnick sticks out like a stranger in this poem.
maggie
Dude.....I got soooooo dornicked last night......
MS: Nice.
MME: Welcome!
T: HAHAHAHA!!
The Rolling Dornicks Live--and Keith Richards...(He's self-taxidermy at its finest).
Pamela: Hehehehe!
How about "Kiss the Blarney Dornick." Or "Kill two birds with one dornick." "Sticks and dornick may break my bones . . ." and "You can't get blood from a dornick."
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