Wicked Hot Flair
It’s just not enough to say
you love me
just not enough to say
you care
it isn’t enough to send me
spring flowers
tell me
you’d never rain on my parade
it’s just not enough to say
you love the highlights
in my hair…
It’s not enough to tell me
I’ve got the grandest style
a wicked hot flair
end it by saying
you want to whisper the hottest things
soothingly in my ear
it’s just not enough..
It’s not to pretend
not enough to play
but for today
it occurs to me
who gets everything they want
anyway
Clyde A. Wray
April 15, 2009
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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- The Poet/The Poem/Baseball
- Please, Don't Look At My Shoes
- Louder (Rainbow People)
- Thicker Than A Pound Butter
- Sonnet # 221
- Censorship, Politicians And A Empty Refrigerator
- Excuse Me, Did You Mistake My Vote As A Referendum...
- Indifference By Another Name Is Called A Politician
- Help It Appears To Be Contagious
- Another Mystery, Who, Why and To and From Where
- The Day The Yellow Marigolds Didn't Arrive
- Wicked Hot Flair
- Before The Facts Become A BlurIt matters notwhere ...
- When Cannons Roar
- She's Found Wings
- On The Good Side
- Silence
- Sonnet # 220
- You Gave Them Wings To Fly High
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