Excerpt from my poetry book, Enter Eve's Poetic Paradise

Agony, not Ecstasy

A day has gone
A week has passed
A month will soon be over.
I can’t last much longer
I am getting weak at the knees.
My heart is missing your love
My body is missing your touches
My mouth is missing your kisses
My ego is missing your compliments.
My conscience is tearing me to pieces.
I need to ask you something.
I need to ask for…

Forgiveness.

© 2005 EDH

Have a nice weekend, all!

ohio buckeye wrote:Agony, not Ecstasy

A day has gone
A week has passed
A month will soon be over.
I can’t last much longer
I am getting weak at the knees.
My heart is missing your love
My body is missing your touches
My mouth is missing your kisses
My ego is missing your compliments.
My conscience is tearing me to pieces.
I need to ask you something.
I need to ask for…

Forgiveness.

2005 EDH

Have a nice weekend, all!

Beautiful...
Plz keep blessing us with your works Buckeye!

Thanks much!

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A LIL HMOR!!!


Three rednecks were working up on a cell phone tower: Cooter, Ronnie and Donnie.



As they start their descent, Cooter slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.



As the ambulance takes the body away, Ronnie says, 'Well, shucks, someone should go and tell his wife.



Donnie says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it.'



Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Budweiser.



Ronnie says, 'Where did you get that beer, Donnie?'



'Cooter's wife gave it to me,' Ronnie replies.



'That's unbelievable, you told the lady her husband was dead and she gave you beer?'



'Well, not exactly', Donnie says. 'When she answered the door, I said to her, "You must be Cooter's widow."



She said, 'You must be mistaken. I'm not a widow.'



Then I said, 'I'll bet you a case of Budweiser you are.'

Rednecks are good at sensitive stuff.










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