THE DANCEA Poem by witchestit
WAS IT A DANCE OR MAYBE A BALL I FIRST MET MY LOVE SHE LIT UP THE HALL I WAS BLIND DRUNK SHE WAS COLD SOBER WE FIRST GOT TOGETHER IN MID OCTOBER FOR TWO YEARS OR MORE WE COHABITATED THEN WE THEN BOOKED A VICAR TO BE LEGALY MATED ITS BEEN FORTY YEARS NOW SHE HAS BEEN MINE FORTY YEARS MORE WILL DO ME JUST FINE © 2009 witchestit |
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Added on March 10, 2009 |