Monday, August 21, 2017

.....and letting Dean Martin’s voice coax my body to sway in a dastard display of playfulness.....

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Hey pallies, likes the Dino-truth is that there are ultra ubber unendin' wonderful ways of hugely homagin' our beautifully beloved Dino 'cause pallies 'pon pallies keep fallin' deeper and deeper in love with our main man and greatly gently offer their generous gifts of touchin' and tender talent to swankly share their deepest of deep devotion to our Dino.

Likes today we are thrilled to visit with the swankly solemnly scribed perfectly poetic pad, "ANGIEINSPIRED" where Miss Angie has incredibly inspired to share her poetic prowess in her poem tagged "5 o’clock."  We gotta 'fess up that there is always always somethin' so so stunnin'ly special 'bout discoverin' 'nother pallie with the gift of puttin' words on paper, likes 'specially when in poetic form, that simply brings the deepest of deep Dino-pleasure to our bein' and Miss Angie's perfect poetry is no no exception.

Likes we can see Miss Angie "letting Dean Martin's voice coax (her) body to sway!"  How wonderfully delight is that Dino-image?!?!?!?!  And, how cool of  Miss Angie to accompany her coolly crafted thoughts with a youtube vid of our most beloved Dino croonin' the tune "Sway".....marvelously magical indeed pallies!  We salute Miss Angie for honorin' our Dino in this wonderful way and helpin' her remarkable readership fondly focus on our one and only Dino.  To checks this out in it's original form, simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-gram.

We remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

5 o’clock

hits us
like clockwork
— we’re hungry,
and happy, and
slightly amused
by the bra-lessness
of the five of us
(mother like daughters)
moving our shoulders
hips, and stockinged
feet across the kitchen floor
— the only man ever watching us
croons, “wow you’re beautiful,”
but i’m otherwise interested
in chopping onions and
letting Dean Martin’s voice coax
my body to sway in a dastard
display of playfulness
i often swim in and out of
like the perfumed fish that i am
how did Susie know I danced last night? 😀 for Toads

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