Friday, July 20, 2007

I'll think of him never...


He taught me to love him, he called me his flower
That blossomed for him all the brighter each hour.
But I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
My visions of love have all faded away...





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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous3:57 PM

    sean

    i forgot to thank you for joan as police woman...i defy is great.

    mike in va

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