The Guardian
Thursday, June 22, 2006
A poem a day keeps the heartache away :)
O’ rays of morning glory,
Caress a tempting wade.
They raise a toast of fiery,
They dance a masquerade.
Quenched of whim and fancy,
Departing step she takes.
But who should blame the gully,
Its everlasting wait…
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Kitchen Cabinets
