BlabA Poem by TTBoy28Moving lips Contorting unnecessary sounds More favorable only to The Tower of Babel They don garb that accentuates their cause Marrying likes Creating a significant number of Joneses who joneses when the fields birth no more Then the moving lips develop sounds from the hunger that hungers to be released from the belly that savagely holds it hostage And when the fingers have been licked the bib used a belch can be heard through the parted lips Some leaving the air where it is How it is Those turning away from the more pungent willing to hold their nose until the next gust blows through Yet the marrying kind takes up residency with their own But on different levels © 2012 TTBoy28 |
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Added on December 19, 2012 Last Updated on December 19, 2012 |

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