This is for a friend of mine that I grew up with, just a sweet poem.

Shaken Not Stirred

She walked passed

I said…

To myself

What a great

Asssss

You noticed

shaken not stirred

She glanced back

As if she knew

my mumbling words

I ran up to her

Uttered these words

Your

Shaken not stirredShe smiled

She was

dark chocolate

fresh as

the morning breeze

Silky long black hair

down passed her ears

Oh

she was

shaken not stirred to say the least

The essence of her beauty

radiates from her release

Charmed

Well mannered

Skilled beyond belief

A mother of two

Teaching her daughters

What and what not to do

A sister

A daughter

A friend

What more could you ask for

I’ve always loved her

I’m honored

To call her my friend

She is

shaken not stirred

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  • Shaken on Mar 30, 2009

    You breathed life into such sweet thoughts.

    Love u…..

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