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A flittering bird
Springing springs
In my stomach,
Warmth
Running at speeds
Faster, faster
Jumping, diving,
It shoots out
Into muscles
Around my cheeks.
Up they go
Within an instant
And then like a bubble
Gurgling up
A hint from inside,
Honeysuckle sounds,
It pops right out
As if a tea kettle
Opening up
But can’t turn off,
Flustering giggles.
- by Piggyzilla |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/27/2011 |
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