~*~
CARROTS
We were some
six or
nine, under
ten, when we knew as a
matter of fact, that the
nuns were
taken, by night,
to the emergency
room, for
carrots, to remove from their
intimate
parts
deeply stuck in
carrots, or
candles.
So perfect!
Just from the chapel, downstairs
where they could be stolen
in packs
handy, the full
box being
stored in the
tiny
cloistered room, quite discrete.
Candles, are well
shaped and smooth
too much, may be.
* * *
Did we think of the nuns, those sweet
sisters, as of
sinners? Oh no,
not at all. There are
days
when a telephone
pole would
make it,
that's an evident
truth, even
to the young girl, and the
lord, sure, must know.
Yes, we look for souls,
right, but we say:
there's no
body, to
night, no...
body:
that's all
we
need.~*~
MOMENTS
~*~
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