I'm missing my Sunday morning peaches fix.
God, I crave peaches. Like, now.
HF
01:34:18 AM
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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
THATS THE ONE IM DOING FOR POTTERS CLASS.
hah I love that poem.
Death to all things Dr. Bell...
It definitely was a visitor that ate the plums, not a husband.
I don't care what Vinetta thinks.
Hehe! Vinetta.
And what's up with PChis and surprisngly good taste? I would have expected him to like some poem like "Penelope" or something.
^ OMG! Penelope just wasn't that great; thank goodness someone agrees with me.
now i wonder...is the original poster craving literal peaches, or is it a creative play on phonetics and the poster is craving posts from pchis...
i wonder...
or maybe it wasn't even posts the op wanted...
I don't much like poetry like that. Actually, without music, I really don't like poetry at all.
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