American colors are white on the ground;
By the way many white kids make sure
the blood is of the stars' stars; Only 1 asks
for it, so it may seem like plants; plants
in ancient times; in Hell, for example,
and in Heaven; This is the only non-concert
business for a blue design; This is the
biggest one that can most help the United
States' Silver Shores, it can be love
If you live in a cold lake under the stars;
1 I write this with the moon and a new song
with Igor; Cytoblast stress; Therefore, we are
confident that we have a 1 server; Here a
Goth party is doing evil; Glass explained
in the middle of the sea's Voice: What' is a man?
that is in the heart, and that we can not be
separated from it; And as with everyone,
For years, bigger years in the apartment;
now, in England a little hair is in the air; this,
the turds at least are spread out on the ground.

In the United States area;
with white skin on every side, by far
there is the spice; track stars
And a mustard seed, namely:
The old hands are cold,
Especially the sky
but that those who sing music
Like a red sea, that is,
American beauty, that is,
must not be so; although there
Air and water; it is written
in the forefront of the month;
music lessons; Airborne asthma
is recommended;
1 I can not handle it,
What is this great thing and
Three days Shakes from whiskey;
tongue in glass, needing glasses
to walk among the Great stars,
while low, the English got the air
as small turds fall.

The United States is in the area
the white of white horses, and the goats
on the way; In summary, the blood of the victims,
Good stars are seed plants, that is, from ancient
times in Hell's Hell touching the sky;
And that's the only game # # Blue ,,, not like
that which is the end of American America;
This can not be what you want to do
they will be left for the rest of the stars,
and they will scatter the remaining ones,
will pour out the wine and in addition to the knee,
we are united together and smile
seeming to be the way of the moon;
the hands of music's spirit; New cytoblast Igor
trust was suggested, we had 1 want to serve
Here is a drink to shame; The mirror plate is air
from the curves at the end of the sky, therefore,
havin to be provided, hte man is outside,
Each year, many stars; The coach is small
in his house where Brown is in the air;
turds on the ground.

United States White House
And that it is to happiness
is the way of children to the list
blood; Do not follow the stars
It is like plants, that is, from
ancient times; Hell is, for example,
Heaven, the single player on blue,
which is the target of the United
States of America;
The rules of carbon carrots
tracing stars, the moon also says
with a new hand, Igor has the idea
of ​​singing the Songs of Songs
During cytoblasts; So we hope
At 1 P.M. Which is not necessarily,
This is wrong and in three
containers of sour water;
As it is clear from the words
in heaven; As for the tool;
Men's; although treatment
For years, great stars lived in the room,
and English today is a little mental,
and the brown neck,
Great prices and honey.

Do you ever think of me?
And the friendship that we shared
And when the next Dr. Who’s aired
Will you ever think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
When you're playing on your phone
When sitting in your room alone
Will you ever think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
When you're playing with your toy
And when the dragon you employ
Will you think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
When you read or when you write
When there's a poem within sight
Will you ever think of me?

Do you ever think of me?
If you do what are your thoughts
Are they of a friendship lost?
What do you think of me?

me thinks a sonnet is very hard to write
putting it on paper doth require skill
one must show the ease of a carefree kite
whence applying each and every ink spill
there's no room for bad mistakes being made
the formatting should carry the right tone
as stated by Will who knew of poetic trade
penning many hundreds in iambic cone
one did dare Shakespeare's enduring trail
on attempting his fourteen line layout
oh yes the challenging road did prevail
depicting a time honoured rhyming rout
with couplet concise one shall fly away
leaving a poem of red roses in May

Your
Sultry
Eyes speak of
Impulsive thoughts.
Combine together
As one, our lust and love.
I hear my name unspoken
In your warm unwavering gaze.
Pressing kisses taste of surging need;
Awakening wild passion within me.

let not your hope ever fall down
nor wear a frown
keep it growing
strong in showing

uplifting the spirits very well
with a cheery bell
it is sanguine
saying all's fine

so employ my upbeat message
for your usage
stay bright of tone
a buoyant zone

when I heed the ocean's pull
I hear its rhythmic roll
it makes my heart seem full
creating music in my soul

when the mountains call
with their mist so softly rising
above their majestic sprawl
my dreams are mesmerizing

I hear the ocean's rhythmic roll
its gentle lapping waves
creating music in my soul
the peace my spirit craves

with mountain mist so softly rising
above gently rolling crowns
my dreams are mesmerizing
of that peaceful sacred ground

ocean's gentle lapping waves
licking feet, tickling toes
the peace my spirit craves
takes away my woes

above gently rolling crowns
the sky cerulean blue, a part
of that peaceful sacred ground
that lifts my grateful heart

ocean licking feet, tickling toes
enjoyment to the full
takes away my woes
when I heed the ocean's pull

the sky cerulean blue, a part
of enjoyment to enthrall
that lifts my grateful heart
when I hear the mountains' call