Saturday, April 23, 2011

I miss

All the men in my life smelled of the field.
Fresh air about  them and the scent of the location in which they worked, that day.
I have a real Uncle Pumpkin.
He to this day, wreaks of Pumpkins.
Neer a bad bone in his boyish life.
All the men of my enamor'd past were, well worth their wait/weight in gold.
Their honesty will back it's shit, on the spot!
Always did, always will.


I hope they still make the likes of them!

I turned out Handsomely GOOD!

Worth my salt.

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