Jul 22, 2010

choclate sausage

took home a cooked sausage from a cafe
didn`t wanna waste it
none wanted to taste this delight
so l melted chocolate put some cream nearby and some fresh
strawberries on the plate


delicious till the first bite
ha h ah ha h ah aha ha

it just me being me

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That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
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Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
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