There were girls inside each drop of rain that fell that Spring;
Several could be kept
Balanced on the brim of a hat.
It was only later,
In the dog days of summer,
When we had grown and driven all the boys mad,
That we slipped down the well
To sweeten Hell
And the devil was awfully glad.
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How could he not be glad
ReplyDeleteAfter all he had?
Sweet girls, now that ain't bad!
So whimsical this morning!
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ReplyDeleteLove this ... it begs for music
ReplyDeleteI know just the music Daryl's talking about too.
ReplyDeleteTo paraphrase: "It's raining girls! Hallelujah!"
I think if anyone could sweeten Hell... it'd be our own Fireblossom.
I think this proves my theory that girls are definitely not all sugar and spice and everything nice! loved it, Shay!
ReplyDeleteYou had me with the opening sentence! Love this one.
ReplyDelete:-)
jj
Short and sweet! Delicious...
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