my name is Brenda

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    my name is Brenda

    I like public radio

    I like chocholate cake with chocholate chips

    I like rainy days spent warm inside and jazz music plays

    I like smearing paint, making a picture out of nothing

    I like talking to man who excites me

     

    i hate talking to men who excite me
    i hate spite
    i hate my petty heart
    i hate fat free mayonaise and decaf coffe
    i hate to lie
    i hate when things take a turn for the worse

     

     

     

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    FranzJ commented on my name is Brenda

    04-28-2011

    lets us know that your life is set up the ay you want it - chocolate is my favoriate too
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    GUSTY commented on my name is Brenda

    09-15-2010

    WHAT A PRECISION AND A VERY WONDERFULLY MADE POEM! VERY BEAUTIFUL WORK!!! I LOVE IT.
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    Chaos128 commented on my name is Brenda

    04-05-2010

    You very ably describe what you like and what you hate... but what do you love?
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    HarverTomsson commented on my name is Brenda

    12-29-2009

    Yeah, deep fudge chocolate cake, with chocolate pudding and lots of semi-sweet morsels. Top it all off with a vanilla sour cream frosting about a quarter of an inch thick. Chill to just above freezing. Slice and enjoy. Oh, and we mayonaise types need to eat where Miracle Whip doesn't get slipped into our food. So, is there a bit of frustration going on with your poem. Next time start with the hate, and end with the like lines. that way one less thing turns for the worse... LOL HT
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    Dano commented on my name is Brenda

    12-04-2009

    this is very interesting and very cleverly written... i like how it turns and changes into something unsuspected
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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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