| kurtsgal |
Posted
on 28-Nov-03 07:00 PM
MORNING POEM-(The writer must be amusing)
I woke up early in the morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window still,
He sang song so lovely
So carefree and gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out out of bed,
Then gently crushed his f***ing head
I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON
I light my candLe in a gaze cos I've found GOD" KURT
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