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[title] => In that moment
[time] => 2005-10-08 20:26:13
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[bodytext] => Being stared at by droopy eyes their lives must be so lonely If only they could speak their thoughts; Cutting retorts at presumption and consumption of sweet meat! The dogs dripple as I eat Seated by the Old Oak tree Three various breeds Breathe heavily and wag Sagging tails in lost hope. The breeze in the copse Is soft and gently warming and a swarm of assorted birds Disturbed from verse have just noticed Most of this meal is going To those showing attention to me. The dogs are looking strong They belong to the small farm 'Palm Meadow' a little down past The fast river just out of view So who's on 'walk&play' today? It was her. She came calling them, worried Hurried forward when she saw Four boys and the birds finishing Dishing out the days sandwich treat From the seat beneath the Old Oak. She wore a light flower patterned skirt To match her shirt that blew around To surround her beautiful shapely form I became torn between my shyness and wryness when faced with a chase. She smiled at the scene and giggled I wriggled inside under her gaze The days of confidence are gone Replaced by the song of silence sung Since I was stung by the last blast. The shyness won and I can't look She takes the dogs on their way 'Please stay' my inside voice bellows But with more 'Hello's I might recover From the lover who messed my head so. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 479 [topic] => 31 [informant] => dreama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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