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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Thursday, May 13, 2010
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9 spoke through the ouija:
How could he not be glad
After all he had?
Sweet girls, now that ain't bad!
So whimsical this morning!
she smiles and chuckles.
Love this ... it begs for music
I know just the music Daryl's talking about too.
To 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!
You had me with the opening sentence! Love this one.
:-)
jj
Neat!
Short and sweet! Delicious...
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