From order to out, there a smile place
On high; you fly without a pause and still
With lighting precision nothing off base
And so to me the drink is worth a bill
As much as I take in, soon will form a gill
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:07 PM UTC
From order to out, there a smile place
On high; you fly without a pause and still
With lighting precision nothing off base
And so to me the drink is worth a bill
As much as I take in, soon will form a gill
Request permission to use this poem