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Joyce Chelmo |
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Ramblings Of A Red Monkey My life's been huge, still wondering what I'll be when I grow up. Still looking for that elusive silver ring, and it's my party, all I want is an exit door. I'm no rainbow colored fairy sitting on a soft shade lotus blossom. No Cleopatra reclining on my bed, waiting for my man. I'm the red monkey sitting on a cliffs edge, pounding hollow chest, screeching about unrighteousness. The chick that wishes she had a cave all her own. Losing balance a little more each day. A River Can't stop looking at your picture, hypnotized. Your beauty a blaze from within. The attraction would not be there if it were not for the essence you offer. A cool drink for a parched soul. A lake gathering fresh waters of wisdom from the flow of your river. Mesmerized, captured, infatuated. I want to drink you, because, a lake refuses no river. |