Sonntag, 17. Februar 2013

# 0134

Miss the home
I’ve known
Feelings flown
Scorn worn
Heart torn
To be born
On  my own

Love the Don
Done dawn
Perfect pawn
Path drawn
Crystal crown
Wicked frown
Get me down

Do this
Do that
Chit chat
Tit for tat
Take my hat
There you at
Have a  kiss

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