jeudi 24 mars 2011


By Tikum Mbah Azonga

Apple of my eye
In nature`s pool you float
When shall I too become a spy?
So that I can lift you like a boat?

My heart cries out with joy
Pretty as you are, you make me pant
Although some may think this a ploy
I know that with you around I`ll never again rant.

Copyright 2011

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