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I am your pea (Free verse) by Figure 8

When you roll me like a little pea I am yours. I am your little fresh exciting pea. Caught on your fork in pain and fear of your hungry mouth, my mind thrashes for the freedom my body has no limbs to express. At good teatimes we play, I, rolled around your plate. You and your smile and your teasing fork. You save me till last. I am your little pea, my sweet fresh perfect round body glinting on your white plate in the sun.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 27-Apr-03/1:41 PM
you're funny.




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