Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Rain is gone, and yet yours to keepThe sun rise no more, the guilty weepsHow these antics became a boreCame knocking by the sinner's doorCraving her beloved deadShe finally laid down in her bed29 reasons to forfeit the game.at least things got better for the pretty dame.She'stheonlyfriendthathasn'tturnedonmeyet
Butshewill
Theyalwaysdo.Morbidity for breakfastHow does that sound?:/No wonder they say smiles don't come cheap.
IM NOT TELLING YOU So much for being WILBERT,