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Sperm and egg
gametes and zygote
the arch of her back and the deep moan,
we writhed elated and glazed
and treasured that baby boy.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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What! No cabbage patch?
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Snort … flattened the cabbages 🙂
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🙂
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Begat = a few minutes
Raising = 18 years (minimum)
Takes a lot of time, energy and love to raise a child.
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😀
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You did well with 5 lines
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Brilliant!👏👏
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Treasures are delightful to have…and make. Thanks for sharing your lines.
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Many thanks Patricia.
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That was short but effective. 😉
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Very kind, thank you, yes 😉
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I have to go with “brilliant” too–and sensual.
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Thank you for your kind thoughts, appreciate them very much.
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My sincere pleasure always.
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Awesome Paul! Truly unique mix of sacredness and physical. Thank you!
Blessings.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful response Debbie.
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Interesting
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks, very thoughtful 🙂
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Always happy to read and share your words, Paul!!!
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Wow, a love baby, moans and all. Delightful poem Paul.
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Many thanks Helene
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My pleasure. Paul.
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