Be advised; my spit is anti venom.
My lips drop blessings like rose petals.
Fear not, I will not grab you by the waist,
and bend you backwoods with a pastoral kiss.
I will not jeopardize the pulpit and the plate
In principal I am celebrate.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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