Just A Stop To Make A Donation
I feel a cradling within,
The warmness of...
Should I dare to mention this?
The warmness of your va-va-va...
Nesting spot.
I almost forgot what it was like.
Since the last time I was in one,
It was cold as ice.
I shivered to finish the activity.
I feel a cradling within,
The warmness of...
Should I dare to mention this?
The warmness of your va-va-va...
Nesting spot.
And...
I hope this is not,
Just a stop to make a donation!
Since I can crave this as a frequent routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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