The post I would write
tells all about me
falling in love with a dwarf, how
we run off to meet with his crew,
where I make friends with his aged mother
and she tells how her own husband tamed her
and the wanderlust and the wine.
In the middle, we'd make babies and mayhem
as the country falls victim to bad judgment
and proclivities. Grapes of Wrath and Tristan Smith.
It couldn't end well,
all Anna Karenina and Geek Love
and the inevitable boredom from RV life.
Trains, you know,
aren't big anymore.
So the babies grow and flee
and our goodbye kiss is mixed;
some love, more regret, one final leap beyond.
It's the stuff in between you'd really like.
My post, I'd caution right at the forefront,
Not safe for work, too racy.
Too sad.
Too merry.
Too free.


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btw, LOVE your banner too!
And yes, waiting for those "stuff in between".
This is lovely, full of...everything.