White polo, blue jean, new and clean;
Your so sweet affairs ended nightmares
Deep wounds you repair while I stare
The skies had lights, fireworks that night
The Smirnoff you drank, I must be frank
Gave you a gaze of shinning rays.
We then drove down town without any frown
Sat behind beams; love as the theme…
I smiled sweet over your strange wonders
The day before; Jesus was born
Your love came to me melting my chill
Vibrating with joy inside me.
Cool! I haven’t visited for awhile…. but will catch up before the new year :)
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No problems great writer…the smell of coffee this new year shall bring blessings and greatness
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Amen to that!
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Amen!
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