WELCOME TO MY DISORGANIZED CLUTTER!

We all have one—the drawer we just toss everything into so we will know exactly where we placed our random treasures when we need them most. Hid away in the corners of my junk drawer is every beautiful picture not exactly right for any of my other sexy havens, pictures still representing the unique beauty of the female form. So remember, when you can’t find what you’re looking for in the obvious places, check my junk drawer—I’m sure you’ll always find what you’re looking for among my unorganized, sexy clutter.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

I Was Told If I Stand Here And Spin, A Secret Door Opens


Who hasn't read or seen the movie The Secret Garden? If you haven't I feel bad for you because your childhood must have been horrible! Heehee...maybe not, but every child in some way has dreamed of a secret place, a place only known to them, where they could go and feel no pain or simply play...as a kid I used to create these imaginary rituals which would allow my secret door to open and I remember havin' so much fun! I wish I could remember more details about those days, but the feelin' I have when I think about those times is still very strong and comforting.

The Secret Garden

I have a secret garden,
Where I can laugh and play.
I have a secret garden,
Often it's there I stay.

I have a secret garden,
No one else knows its location,
I have a secret garden,
That's gone through a transformation.

My secret garden used to be
An average unkempt garden,
It wasn't the place for me,
With all bonfire wood chard and,
No where I could sit,
Or admire the imaginary view.

I grew that garden,
I planted flowers every where
I made that garden,
With little gnomes here and there.

But as I grow old,
So does my secret place.
Flowers withered,
Weeds grow
Gone is the jackdaw,
Gone is the crow.

This was my secret garden,
I played here as I child,
But now as I stare
Over my secret garden,
I only hope one day,
Another child may put my garden,
To repair....

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