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Wed 13 Apr, 2011 06:58 am
(to Ms. J.)
If I were your
armor
I'd feel fine.
You're already mine.
Shaped to your shape,
my spaces
-all the old familiar
places-
You won't have to dress
in camo,
and, if you need some,
I've got ammo:
te amo, te amo
-jjorge
a silly 'crush' poem I wrote several years ago
mags, msolga, dlowan Thanks all!
Hope it gave you a smile!
armor/amor.....ammo/amo -my obsessive little mind works like that. :-)
@jjorge,
The good kind of obsession..
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