We've Got Crabs

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   two gallons of high test feed a Nissan
strapped on the stern of an old gray Skimmer
       oldies play on a cheap radio
  ice, beer, and chicken necks our cargo
    steaming jimmies three hours later
     while the sun takes its elevator
          the timing is right
          and later tonight...

      we will pick each other clean

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AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
What a title!

Loved the poem, but ick! Can't you stop at the drugstore on the way to the beach?

Thanks, spike!

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My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleover 18 years ago
chuckleboned

I miss your poetry. One of those things you don't miss till you get another taste of, like strawberrys and whip cream. We always took the cheese in a can and crackers <grin> great poem

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
we like to take

tuna and liverwurst hold the tomato and pickle...makes the bread soggy...but,,the end results the same..good pickins...qp caught 3 mangrove and

a mutton keeper...he also caught about a 25 pound jack ...and that old sly dolphin that always follows his boat...circled , circled ,,,til the poor jack met his end...dolphin picked him clean...great look at your day..thanks..blue

Du LacDu Lacover 18 years ago
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Your poem was mentioned in the Sunday Reviews

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