The Secret Of Poemhunter's Scene Poem by Scarlett Treat

Here's looking at you, kid. But keep in mind, we'll always have Paris. Big Bang

You just never know what's going to ring your chimes! Fortunately, it's something you can be proud of and something we all enjoy immensely. So carry on with that affair, Scarlett - and may it last forever! Linda :) xxx

the gift of words when you come right down to it is about the difference, the one that matters, between us and the big and small of the critters and creatures, so I think ya got it bad for the potentially best that's in us; no one knows where they come from, sometimes, this time with a secret joke under their tongues, they feel like magic...~rd

I'm shocked! Shocked! Your wantonness is bad enough, but you make things even worse by talking about it. What is to be done with you? Larry

For a moment there Scarlett I thought you were talking about food. Word up Rusty

I'm new to the Poemhunter experience, yet feeling as if I've been here forever! What a stimulating group. Thanks for sharing.

Nice one. Same here. 'In the beginning was the word....'! Cheers. Paul.

Hahah! The question is: Does size matter? -c

and isn't it a many splendored thing?

Well I can't say I'm surprised...I had noticed the way you held them lovingly and caresed those thoughts with your mind.. Who was that sentence I saw you with last night...eh! ...eh! You naughty naughty scarlet lady! love Donall Donall