Author: Heavens
She kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
She kissed me.
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| Category: My Poetry | Added by: nbrayz (2010-10-20)
| Author: Cutez Dolby E W
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| Views: 728
| Rating: 0.0/0 |
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