Treasure Island

Parme Hice

(may 13 2004 / desert)

My Christmas Tree Is Ewe


My Christmas Tree Is Ewe
My Christmas Tree Is Ewe

Monkey flies and lies disgrace the human race and television has infected all the children and the places that they go. What I want for Christmas fare is just ewe and a place underneath the mistletoe. My Christmas tree is thee. Humble and retained in innocence and restfulness.
Wrapping all the gifts in love and kisses please.
The kiss is gift enough for me please send me three of them all sweet and tender and tasting just like CHRISTMAS wine.
Love has come back to me for Christmas time.
But not of gold and silver dew eye speak of.
The very Heart of ewe is parme purple violet hued.
What have eye deserved to ascertain the fragrances of a lemon flavored ewe?
Kiss me three times dew.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 09, 2009

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