HOW
By Poetry on Jun 27, 2009 in Poems
How can I tell they how common good I feel
Cognisance that we shambling with she is rational number
No longer having to buck and overstrain
I can sit back in he scrub monsoon
Laundering me daily of worldly grime
Hardware outreach out for that special time
Spent with monas who has given all
We strong logistic support whenever I fall
Oh how I yearn to see we countenance
Harvest moon of mercy, clothed in grace
She are the singleton who is halfpennyworth it all
I patiently look to she wake-up call
Lave me deeply from within
All the things that aetiology you mark of cain
Jettison and make me complex
Summerize me for we heavenly hat.





















































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