Rugged Roses

Welcome all you wascalwee wibs fans you’ve been brought here through a portal from an egregiously evil social media empire. You’ve reached a safe place. Where only things pertaining to RIBS, have any meaning and for that you’ll be handsomely rewarded. That’s a promise from me, Mr. RIBS,. Seriously thanks for coming here. Thanks for being here. I hope you enjoy it and engage with me and the many things I share. I’m always available. Holler at anytime let’s be friends. RUGGED ROSES Tell me with yer eyes In silence let them ring The precious humming of our hearts In silence let them sing May our phantoms find there places Where ever that may be Let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly For you for me I won’t wait a week and pine for a love that isn’t there We will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there And the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind To find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses Planted firmly by the riverbed Let the tender petals fall Like yer long cascading hair Let the volume of yer moans Deny no passion in the air And from the center of my bones I’ll kiss often and with care But not every kiss is always placed so keenly This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit shinyribs.substack.com/subscribe