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She was about five five in height, wearing Top Gun style shades, the lenses black, as was the hip-length, biker-style leather she wore, buckled tight at her waist; lip-red and heavily painted on an oval face, that has pronounced cheekbones; with her mouth set firm, as she strode toward me. And, as she passed by I turned my head to approach to appreciate her derriere, clad in ultra tight, elasticated black leggings and ankle-length boots, with a practical sole and heel. And, as those juggling puppies sought control as she carried on down the hill, I wondered if that butt were real, such was my delight at its weight and shape. And, needless to say, I looked skyward and said aloud, “Thank you… there is a God.” And, the view had been a delight.

After you have handed your order form from your doctor for a chest-xray to the receptionist at the desk and had to confess your birth date, you sit at your seat; one of several set against the wall. And, for some reason you find that you’re singing as a back-track to your thoughts, “Do not forsake me oh my darling…”

Long well-painted in a soft bronze, manicured nails adhered into place fascinate me, as she sits in the window seat to my left and ahead but one; her fingers dancing over the keys of her slim phone, till she sits back, eyes almost closed as she looks downward, to the screen seemingly fascinated by what she sees; and, she’s wearing a full headset, so for a change I cannot hear every beat, word, syllable or rhythm and did I love her for that; ‘coz it enabled me to sit rapt by my thoughts, as I continue to appraise the cleft in her chin, the dark hair that is straight and falls to the shoulders of her fifties style, black leather biker jacket that reaches to her waist and the full black skirt and, I surmise black boots on her feet; as I finally arrive at my station.

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CassandraAnastacia
03:46 Sep 29 2012

That one intrigued me a bit, I liked the tone; writing style of it. the title makes me a bit curious, though I suppose what you may see as "emo" would not be the same thing as what "emo" is precieved here.

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Day Out From My Time Inside - 10/09/91



Seven of us in a Sherpa mini-bu; a bright yellow of colour: Joe Cocker on the radio singing ‘With A Little Help From My Friends’ and, the roads to the baths are narrow and winding, as we motor fast, so we can have a fair bit of time in the water. And, once there and trunks donned, we’re in and I swam several [short] lengths, in a half-size pool: then played water-polo. And, man was that a killer. And it’d been my first-time in the water for several years and, when I got out, my calf-muscles felt like lead. Then, once back in the van, several of us had piped up with, “As slow as you want boss.” And, as we drove back, down those same winding lanes on the return to those four walls, Alanna Miles had been heard singing on the radio, ‘Black Velvet,’ as we spotted young deer, rabbits and women. And then, just as I saw the yellow fence of Haverigg, George Michael was singing, ‘Freedom.’

The Everly’s sing…



‘Bye bye love’ sing the Everly ‘s,

as I stare at my coffee cup, which

just ike my heart, is as empty as

empty could be; ‘coz my best friend

got my girl; now the Everly’s sing for me…

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mindgeeee
13:28 Sep 08 2012

Nice short porm

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When I’m about and about with the green

all around, I find my mind wandering on

what it might mean: and, as I have a wont to

do, I find that I’m thinking in rhyme, all the time.

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CassandraAnastacia
03:46 Sep 29 2012

This was very creative and made me laugh a bit.

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