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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Body Heat 1o5 = The Pot Farmer & God's Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BODY HEAT 1O5 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We drank several glasses of champagne<br> In the living room of her house.<br> Around 9: 30 that evening<br> I found myself in her blouse.<br> <br>I fondled and kissed her so gently<br> Like the soft footsteps of a mouse.<br> To my surprise, she opened her eyes<br> And said, &quot;look, we're not going to play house.&quot;<br> <br>I right away replaced her clothing<br> And buttoned her blouse once more.<br> There was no doubt of my defeat<br> As I lay there upon the floor.<br> <br>She said, &quot;tell the truth, are you angry? &quot;<br> I answered, by far I was not<br> 'It's more important what you think of me<br> Than what I may not have got.'<br> <br>She wiped away a tear from both eyes<br> And said, 'you're my kind of man.'<br> At that point, she did arise <br>And to me she held out her hand<br> <br>She led me away like a blind man<br> Who had somehow lost his cane.<br> When we reached her bedroom door<br> I thought I'd gone insane.<br> <br>Before long, we found ourselves naked<br> As she held me in her palm.<br> Can you dare imagine, my friend<br> How hard it was for me to stay calm? <br> <br>We touched all the forbidden places<br> As our body heats reached 105.<br> If love's relief had not been achieved<br> I doubt if we'd still be alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> THE POT FARMER<br> <br>I got out my pipe and stuffed it with pot<br> You better believe, it held a whole lot.<br> I whipped out a lighter and thumbed up a flame<br> Then sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.<br> <br>I tried alcohol; and smoked cigarettes<br> Though, they did nothing, but give me regrets.<br> My mom had arthritis and couldn't walk around<br> When I rolled her a joint, she danced on the ground.<br> <br>I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack<br> But, after I smoked some, to me it came back.<br> Soon I decided prices were too high<br> So I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.<br> <br>I bargained for seeds from smokers all around<br> Then, got in my truck and drove out of town.<br> I walked through the woods where the wild birds nest<br> And found me the meadow I thought was the best.<br> <br>I dug up the ground and sowed all my seeds<br> Then said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.<br> I watered at night with a five-gallon pail<br> The mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.<br> <br>Seven months went by; I thought I would die<br> Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.<br> One night I went out, in my camouflage suit<br> And used a corn knife to chop down the loot.<br> <br>I hung it up to dry where it couldn't be found.<br> Then came back and got it, when it had turned brown.<br> I trimmed off the buds, and stuffed them in bags<br> Called all my friends and passed out free drags.<br> <br>In less then a week, my crop was gone! <br> But, I flew to St. Thomas with love hungry blonde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> GOD'S POET TOM ZART<br> <br>The Lord can close doors no man can open<br> And open doors no man can close.<br> It's up to us to prove our heavenly worth<br> By our lifetime example of the path we chose.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom's 464 Poems Are Free To Share! <br> By God's Poet<br> Tom Zart<br> Most Published Poet<br> On The Web! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: //www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php? f=38<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To book Tom Zart for guest appearances, product, or services, contact Raymond L. LaPietra-Exclusive Personal Manager,913-681-7750 (office) , modelman@careerimages.com (e-mail) , www.careerimages.com (website) ,8802 W.147th Terrace Overland Park, Kansas 66221.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+Zart">Tom Zart</a><div class=q>
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We drank several glasses of champagne
 In the living room of her house.
 Around 9: 30 that evening
 I found myself in her blouse.
 
I fondled and kissed her so gently
 Like the soft footsteps of a mouse.
 To my surprise, she opened..."></div>
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