to my secret velintine
from your only sunshine
I should have love you more in time
but instead i drank summer wine gasping at the sunshine
i clambed a masculine pine
and from it i drink its posion turpentine
then i dreamed of you
you were mine and covered in vine
on top of are pine and we were
making love in the devine sunshine
what dose everyone thing how can i make it better is it in a poem form any idea's
2006-09-06
04:00:48
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