A journey in the life of a 4'11" short poetic giant. My emotions, My life, My words.
"I write for the same reason I breathe-because if I didn't, I would die. -Isaac Asimov
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Nursing Rhyme
Itty Bitty bra-less breast bouncing bouncing on my chest
Swinging Swelling child's chou-chou sweet sweet edible too
Tasty Titty watering mouth one in hand one in mouth
Plush Pillows lay your head milk jugs always closer than bed
at first I wasnt sure about the meaning of the poem but after finding it out it became obvious that it was once again Tia's solid standard(lol I sound like a critic) very good boo once again i fall in love wit ya words
2 comments:
Precious Plush Pillow
lay your head
milk jugs always closer
than [the or your] bed
A note seems missing from the music;
or take out "always":
milk jugs closer
than bed
at first I wasnt sure about the meaning of the poem but after finding it out it became obvious that it was once again Tia's solid standard(lol I sound like a critic) very good boo once again i fall in love wit ya words
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