Topic: My Queen | |
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She walks with clouds under her feet,
and speaks, as a linguist, to a mello beat. Entrancing all who call..with a smile, though under it all, is a pall guile. Seeking endlessly her eyes they fog, for she's ne'er seen her true kings blog =) A heart so tired, eye wry from the spy of every fake guy..and dumb lie try. Perchance, adversity has stung to deep.. never to meet ol' sweet feet's leap. Yet and still, the quill does spill it's fill to hill the Jack's ever sought Jill. Mac |
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good write 4
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tnx..inspired piece..Mac
good write 4 |
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good one
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