I must be made of honey this week
cuz the bears are lurking close
in grunts and rubs that send
big chills up my crooked crooked spine
If they only knew that I am sugar and
turbinado and sucrose willing
and the jar is overrun by bees
of the voluptuous kind
Once I stretch along the horizons
of sweet melted bedframes
perhaps then they'll know,
it took MC a minute to come to his mind
They lure and i can lure back with
a bend in the back that sure rockets
the tame, and it's the season of spring
that sets things off, making all of us intertwine.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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Omar Bravo.
Omar,
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