“Pumpkin! I’m home.” He announced.
She shook the can and swirled the rich, frothy cream onto her tasty pie.
“Time for dessert.” she whispered.
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Pumpkin Pie
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Measure
An inch, a foot, a mile, perhaps?
Or, do you prefer seconds, minutes or hours?
How do you measure the limits of yours?
I’m unable to find mine.
(This post, however, can be measured – it’s 140 characters)
Costume
She bounced and cheered for him,
wearing the costume he brought her-
a football tie and pom poms.
He liked her tricks and she loved his treats.
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Strip away the costume;
Stand naked in the light.
A glow;
A shimmer;
Then fade into the night.
More is there than can be seen;
When her mask is removed each Halloween.
Filling
Tender and sweet, there was still that well warmed, scintillating, honey-glazed hole verily begging for a thick and salty nut cream filling.
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Want
He said, “Give all men what they really want.”
“What men really want is what they can not have,” she replied.
He grinned broadly, “Precisely.”
“What men really want is what they can not have,” she replied.
He grinned broadly, “Precisely.”
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