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If Marlon was a tomato. He'd be the Godfather of fire roasted. 

A bit off but still a happy gum drop graveyard! In the autumn when the leaves fall and coat the dead in color! Such is life! 

Dudley / husband ,  the devil dog. Socks are his forte'. Kitty poo coated in kitty litter..... hmmmm... makes for the bite behind my devil dogs breath.
I had a dream one night. My dream took place in another time, another place; and there I was with my lover. Like forlorn snakes we were, tangled up in ageless desire , cooing lightly like doves ... we were human.
It had come time for us to part, he and I and all between us. I was being left behind. And as I've said once I'll say a thousand times ; it's better to be the one leaving than the one left behind.
And then he was gone.
I woke from the dream in the middle of the orange glow that we ..... devil dog and I sleep in. My heart was so heavy and filled the room with this feeling of acquiescence.
In my arms I held my Dudley..........my devil dog. He slept calmly in my arms as I began to cry. The kind of crying where each and every tear burns. As Dudley slept softly..... then I knew..... he is/ was my lover. My soulmate transformed into the warmth of perfection and devotion.
How divinely sweet , how would he know?
We are both old now and well..... his time could again come before mine. But I swear to you with all the pleasure and pain the Lord God has dealt me ........ we will meet again. And again, and again, and again.
How divinely sweet.
goodnight