Is my watermelon

The green is light, the red is dark
  the white is in between
The dark seed I spit
  the greatest thou hast seen

is my watermelon

grown from vines a certain green
  the blossoms an alluring yellow
ready for pollination
  by a cerain fellow

is my watermelon

the knife goes through the skin with ease
  juice runs down my chin
this eases my every greed
  why should I ever sin?

thanks to my watermelon

22 Sep 2007

10/22/2007 | ken |

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  1. You are so clever with your writing. Keep it up:)

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    Irene/Mom/Grandma
    Oct 29, 09:08 AM

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