Only For Those Who Want To Talk ( W

lots of groups out there that people are just joining, this is for being a part of. real conversation.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Most poems rhyme,
But this one doesn't,

(C'mon, people, let's write!)

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RE: Roses are red

The nudist took her clothes off
and danced toward the sunshine.
The dirty ol' man neighbor saw
He did not really mind.
He asked if he could join her?
She said please go ahead.
Then hemade a pass at her.
She slapped him 'cross his head.

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RE: Roses are red

The nudist took her clothes off and danced toward the sunshine. The dirty ol' man neighbor saw He did not really mind. He asked if he could join her? She said please go ahead. Then hemade a pass at her. She slapped him 'cross his head.

LOL!Okay, two members in, eight to go!

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RE: Roses are red

A lost man was walking
And what he did find abroad
was a little peace in talking.
Not with the neighbor
not with a stranger
but with just a fellow person
who just liked walking.

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A Mild Fall Day

Made it down to Nova Scotia
Through the storm that Ida blew
Feeling warmer than November
But rain chilly through and through
We would not see the Crystal Crescent
For our trip to Good Point Pleasant
Would be keeping us from seeing
If there were some chilly nudes
It was chilly, one might say
If the coat were cast away
Yet, the air was rather mild
And the rain had gone away
The breeze that blew was rather gentle
And inviting us to strip
Now if only we had more control
Of this Maritime province trip

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