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dance on the moon ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”

@peacewriter51

“AFFIRMATION LAMENTATION!” a poem a.k.a.: “Moving On!” in the series: “Mr and Mrs Cuddly Poo!”

You keep moving, and nobody can say,
Whether (or-not) we-will-make-it – through-another bloody-day!
Oh, I’ve got me a (good) reason – to keep a-movin’ on,
To get up in the morning – to work – and mow the lawn,
SO IT CAN BE SO PRETTY – for my Cuddly Poo,
My-wifey-I-fee-die-fie-tie-fee-I-a-love-a-YOU!

A “mack truck” might get us – or a new, strange, rare disease,
There-are-a-million wonderful-things – that can “bring us to our knees!”
A-stray-bullet – to – the-3rd-eye – or-a-slip & fall & die;
The World is a “crap shoot,” so who knows!- Shall we cry,
Because we are so damned afraid of never making it through,
This day I am in (pause) which I am in with you?
Or – shall I cry for joy at each nuance in your face?
When I look into your eyes, I see a lot of grace!

And when I look an up your nose, I love the snot that lies,
And- that-sometimes – can dribble out – a-dribble on your thighs!
When I look inside your mouth, I see all sorts of things:
Cabbages! and-chocolate-bars – and bits of cheese it brings,
And, when I look inside your ear, the ear wax is so delicate –
I lick it out with a Q-tip – and claim it all as mine!

IN MEMORY OF TWO OUTSTANDING POETS WHO PASSED OVER DURING COVID 19. BEAUTIFUL WEIRDOS ARE NEVER FORGOTTEN ~ WHO BENT THE EDGES OF WRITING POETRY. SHALOM ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”๐Ÿช”

You never know how many days – I have left in your arms;
May I have FOREVER? To-experience-your-charms?
OMG! What’s this? Is it oozing? A-squishy-squish-swish-swish:
I think it needs some filling! From-the-Cosmic Deep-Pie-Dish!
So, keep on moving-keep-on-grooving-swim-ggl-ing-those-hips,
And I will try for 20 MORE – (1) crunches!-or (2) some dips. 

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)