the virtues I'll ever espouse,
I love the cold mornings,
blue skies, Jack Frost calling,
when your nipples stick out through your blouse
Sunday, 24 January 2010
Just the thought and my little heart sings
Just the thought and my little heart sings,
all swollen with pictures and things
grace and beauty to spare,
legs apart in the air,
waving like butterfly wings
Stories like this won't be told
Stories like this won't be told,
of the cramp and the softness and cold
sorry for last night
so keen yet contrite
I made a happy man feel very old
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