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A Simple Reminding Poem of My Hopping Dog Cocoa and My Stting Plant Lilipad : Hoppers & Sitters

By Mr. PoetAll

My Hoppers and My Sitters.

One hops and the other sits.

She, both, brings me joy; width

jumping lengths to sit with.

They find each other's gaze

like I do –

in a daze on days; I want to - play

with the keyboard strummings.

Writing books and poetry till my thumbing numbings. And almost forgetting my muse;

though,

never forgetting it truly.

My Lilipad and My Cocoa bringing joy to me.

They keep me Hopping up for peace kisses

-

and

-

sitting down to peace senses.

Sometimes...

I cannot tell which one the flower and which one the dog.

A peace lily with the character of cold, stone :

able to be touched and chilled to peace pieces to the bone.

Then.

A Corgi-Chihuahua who has the sense of the wah-wah :

able to ripple any effect that she wah-wants.

A Crouching Dog and Hidden Flower.

These two together complete my game changing emotions.

I can wake up in nudes.

Be a chick or a dude.

Be as knowledgeable as the next but as centered as a Buddhe.

It's

simply the serene look and feel -

we all exude

Thank you Creator,

for my humble ferocity,

flaming humor

and

hilarously fabled hugs.

The Hours of Forever : I Always and Infinitely Love.

To

My Hoppers and My Sitters.

Daddy

Loves

Appreciates and

Accepts the Change

That YOU Both

frogily hopped and sat upon

The membraning memory of my heart.