After being refined
Into an essential wine
Imagine my surprise
When in the warm confines
Of the temple
The electrical
Wiring short-circuited
I was violently ejected
And I could no longer
Give nourishment
To all the residents!
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Mutley Ravishes (
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Now this presents all kinds of possibilities from the holy to the perverse in metaphor. A puzzling read that has me scratching my head which choice is the intended one.
When I write about this it`s always a fine line between the two! For sure, the holy was intended. Thanks for dropping by.
You are most welcome
Oh my, Mutley. How much have you been holding back!? A sure Fave here š¤©šļøš
With the rhymes, next to nothing
With the wine
As much as I can!
Thanks for dropping by.
Mutley, this is compact and charged. Refinement, sanctity, breakdown, and exile all converge until nourishment becomes impossible. Love it, my friend. š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Exile on Lust Street! That devil and his temptations. (Iām not preaching abstinence).
LOL! Amen...and I hear you...Amen! With two grown children of my own...neither am I! š¤£
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