The album of verses

the album of verses
archived poems
about robin
about mlaure

~ Tickling funny bones ~

Up to the bare bones
I'll dig a wig
jammed into the wood

Without bones in my legs
I'll work my fingers to the bone

Having no bones
to pick with no body
the bone of contention
will be cut to the bone

Bone dry
I'll thirst
a pastor talking to a brickwall
a voice crying in the wilderness

Bred in the bone
all skin and bones
affected to the bone or boned
by life, love and dead

Close to the bone
make no bones about it
for a hard word breaks no bones
it only breaks hearts
or bone China.

mlaure



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