Whitney Houston had an angel voice, for sure; abuse, a drug like a brutal man, demands more. Now with the angels she sleeps and her fans and friends weep. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Never more hungry all desires satisfied oh, what ecstasy! Having hands to love we should all be so lucky feel that loving touch Their mother aches while the husband holds the kittens aloft.* Is it just a glitch are we really in the ditch feel free speak up Twiddle your thumb I will eagerly await your sweet tweet Easy to give your love: too much unhappiness exists in the world right now; be loving. We share all our passion for poetry, kindness: we long to see both spread throughout the earth. That high won't last, my child -- not any high that is artificially induced. Get straight. Christopher T. George * These poor little babies are orphans. witters on the My Liverpool forum wrote: I wonder what these little kittens think, I'm up at all hour's at the moment. We look after them for a local Rescue centre. They are called the Fab four yes John Ringo Paul and John even though one's a girl. They were dumped at the gate. My husband is holding them in the pic. Thanks to witters for allowing me to use her photograph, and congratulations to witters and her husband for the outstanding work they do to rescue and care for such cats.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentine for Whitney
Posted by Christopher T. George at 9:04 AM
Labels: Christopher T. George, poetry, Valentine's Day, Whitney Houston
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