Poetry

Dean


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8 march 2012

Can't Wait

I Can't Wait Til Xmas
I can't Wait To Feel The Atmosphere
And The Wonderful Cold
That Pricks Like Splinter In My Arms.

The Chilly Breeze
And Blissful Breeze
That Cold My Body
And Makes Me Scream Your Name.

My Lips Can't Wait To Reach For Your Cupid Lip
And Your Arms Round Me Like A Blanket On A Cold Nite.

I Feel So Blue
When I Think Of Al These
Cuz It Takes My Memories Back To You






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