I think there isn't anything that captures my attention more than a poem written to me. It means that someone was so interested in me that they wanted to do something to stand out in the "crowd"!!! He did by making me take notice with the following poem about my personality and love of riding. 
There once was a wordy lady from Steubenville ..
her prescription was verbiage with a laughing pill.
Her profile was lengthy and true ...
and her photos were sexy and new.
The emails were so eloquent and bright...
would take sensual to a new and lofty height.
She yearned for a steed of steel between her thighs ....
and over the engine you will hear her sighs !
' Ride free and live free ' her passion and her will ....
The wordy lady from Steubenville. 
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JimNastics
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Apr 25 @ 4:14PM
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She yearned for a steed of steel between her thighs ....
and over the engine you will hear her sighs !
and he wasn't talking about a motorcycle either. 
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 4:18PM
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Jim....He wasn't?  Well what on earth could he have meant? 
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Tunes4u
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Apr 25 @ 4:19PM
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That should make something stand out for sure.
Tunes
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 4:21PM
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Tunes....I think I'm getting such an education here. 
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john49887
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Apr 25 @ 4:22PM
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Roses are red
Violets are purple
She's as sweet
As maple surple.
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 4:29PM
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John...What can I say? 
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CHARLIgurl1
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Apr 25 @ 5:15PM
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Youre right.. poems are nice to receive..
My guy didnt write me poems.. but he did dedicate some beautiful songs to me.. and sent them for me to listen to. 
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inxs900
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Apr 25 @ 5:31PM
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Romantic breakup poem for those departing,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
You got this message
Because I left you.
No need to worry
Your own little head
I did sleep with your sister
And she was better in bed
This is why we Finnish
Really bad you may find
This message I left you
As I thought I'd be kind
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 5:40PM
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Char...That's so sweet. I love songs too. Some always remind me of certain people. 
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Gman762
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Apr 25 @ 5:42PM
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Is That a Poetry Book in Your Pocket?
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 5:42PM
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INXS....I hope this isn't an original compostion....I slept with your sister?
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 5:46PM
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GMan.....I don't usually check out pockets for poetry books. But I confess I do look in the vicinity of certain pockets!
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capobeachguy
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Apr 25 @ 5:57PM
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There once was Blueschic, a lass
Who had a magnificent ass.
Not round and pink
As you probably think...
It was gray, had long ears, and ate grass!!! 
What an attention grabber that little ditty is!!!
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 6:02PM
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Certainly grabbed my attention!!!! 
Now I know it's getting deep in here but I haven't figured if it was because of my ass or you! 
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JimNastics
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Apr 25 @ 6:57PM
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Yo yo, listen here Blueschic
try bouncin' on my....pogo stick 
We be bouncin' all true da' night
you be moanin', as we get it right.
Hop on, go slow or fast, I don't care
and if yo girlfriend join us, hell, I can share 
Now, yo be trowin' away dat BOB toy 
when I be showin' you some real inner joy. 
I said pogo pogo stick. Como se llama ?
Wordy to yo mamma. 
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 7:05PM
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 8:50PM
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Jim....
Now BOB he ain't a leavin',
He know me all to well.
He know all my secrets,
And he swore not to tell. 
I say to you do not fear,
There is no envy here.
Spread the joy,
But ya can't have my toy.
We be jammin'
We be jammin'
My girlfriend be a comin' too,
She say she want to know more of you
My girlfriend,they call her Hoover.
You can guess why.
Yep you got it,
She drain it dry. 
We be jammin'
We be jammin'
I must make you aware,
We be a lively pair.
We be singin' Louie Armstrong,
We know you like so much.
Then some blues too,
If you promise to wait to touch
Then one more time,
Before the bump and grind.
We be jammin'
We be jammin'
A pogo stick you say,
You be throwin' my way.
If it be thick,
It may do the trick.
The pogo was not mine,
But I fell off all the time.
It's been so long since I had a ride,
The excitement will not subside.
We be jammin'
We be jammin'
BOB say hell no,
You can not go.
That is not a dick,
It's only a stick.
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JimNastics
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Apr 25 @ 10:31PM
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Yo yo dat ain't right, Blueschic
don't be dissin' my pogo stick.
Now, dis ain't no average pogo
or did you not read my logo
Yo see JimNastics is my name 
and passionate gyrations is my game.
We rock, rock the whole night thru
and chase away all yo blue 
Have no fear, my strawberry blonde dear 
when it cums to luvmaking, I have no peer.
So, I'll turn that frown upside down
and yo be smilin' all over da town.
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Blueschic
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Apr 25 @ 10:44PM
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I be screamin'
I be cussin'
I be spittin' and a fussin'
I got lots to say
Do not dismay.
But....I'M OUTTA EMAILS!!!!!
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cancun1999
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Apr 26 @ 8:28AM
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Never fear my dear
Cancun is here
She is a silly mess
makes you laugh non the less
So if you are ever feeling down
come see Dr Cancun the clown..
This may sound a little tacky
but she has the best wacky tobacky 
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Blueschic
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Apr 26 @ 12:31PM
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You may get wacky,
From the tobacky.
But tacky,
I do not agree.
You make us roll,
Hoot and howl.
If that is tacky,
Then I must be wacky.
And wacky,
I shall surely stay.
For laughter is the glue that holds life together,
What more is there to say?
Some may look and shake their head,
Not believing what they read.
Some roll their eyes and cast frowns,
That we are such clowns.
To those I say,
Do not dismay.
For laughter is contagious,
To even those less gracious.
Give it a try,
You will not die.
And this I guarantee.
That you will see,
On bended knee.
Just what a better person,
You will be.
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