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Ode to Molly (Free verse) by knickytoy Half moons hang
Under overgrown bangs,
Glossy naugahyde nose;
Curled in angles,
Born of angels
In my mother's home.
My wittle honey
Can smell funny,
But she keeps me warm.
I'll love her to pieces
Til time itself ceases;
She's my heart and soul.
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Posted: October 2, 2002 11:54 AM PDT; Last modified: October 2, 2002 1:18 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.5293527 Overall Rank: 12734 Comments:
I cant have one of those, I'm allergic. Cute and full of love.
I like this, 'wittle' and all, but what's naugahyde? You have a habit of writing poems referring to things I've heard of!
'I've never heard of', I meant. Jeez my typing.
Thank goodness not everyone is as toxic as that bog dude.
Naugahyde is plastic faux leather. Like that on cheap car seats.??
Well, you learn something everyday. I get the image now - initially I was thinking soemthing like formaldehyde, which I could tell was very wrong.
She's a Scottish Terrier by the way.
That explains the bangs; I was imagining a very hairy baby!
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nice job, knicky. is Suzu jealous?