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Poems written to lovers are like cedar trees thick with bees[indent][/indent]Some will go where sight is beyond the small uphill rhymeWhere a dream of beauty shines clear and love leaves lines of rhyming pines

Hot motor revving Death's head grins through sheeted glass So, where to my man?

I really liked "pouting". I can't make it work though. I tried changing " imitation" but it seems that I can accept no imitation imitation. Possible single syllable changes for pouting include pale(trite), trite(pale), dull(dull), dark(?), old(?), cold(?), and poor. Any suggestions?

Soft skies hold creatures still as scented death a verse gone cold

"People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only an obstinate, persistent illusion." Albert Einstein

I could empty the ocean, if wanting it would make it soSadly, no man canStill, I sail around a star, turning each winter into a new yearNot bad

You know you hurt my feelings, when you tore my underpants

When I asked you to the prom, I thought that we'd go there to dance

I wasn't going to ask you, but I took a freaking chance

Now my nether region's tender, and I take this tilted stance

alchemy of snow frozen drifts on broken walls wresting pearl from stone

More gooder?

Rumble tremble, plunder slumber Love pouts, imitation pleasure Life's refrain a tender glimmer, Written bright but growing dimmer Jeweled tangle, rhyming shimmer Violet flutter, living treasure On tomorrow's verse we stumble, Speak up then and do not mumble