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04-29-2020, 03:52 PM
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A Baby's Whisper
A Baby’s Whisper Contentment’s coo sent drifting o’er the smile of innocence incarnate from a babe, embodiment of scarcity of guile, seeks nought as hastener nor astrolabe. Yet Mother lulls a`bye the sweetest lies of beauty, love, and fortune come like rain upon her nestling soon to no surprise to shadowdance askance her faux refrain. In dreams such hushed assurances ne'er cease. In life one’s ignorance protects one’s bliss. We learn from Mother ‘ere her arms release: The lies we live are merely love amiss.
__________________ Just so everyone knows, I did not get Anal last night, he must have been busy. - chirs |
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05-20-2020, 06:22 PM
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Re: A Baby's Whisper
Leave it to me to waste a perfectly good olde school Mother's Day poem on an obscure board on a death site. Where's Anders to paint her blue and rape her C-section scar?
__________________ Just so everyone knows, I did not get Anal last night, he must have been busy. - chirs |
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05-27-2020, 04:41 AM
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Re: A Baby's Whisper
That's the spirit of dr baby! In all honesty i thought it was a sweet poem, i think. Iv stayed awake for so many days now that words on the screen are starting to blur hehe. |