She's a poetic of H.P
An addict best believe
Waketh at night to get her fill
3 am to read those thrills
She says to me (I'm going to bed)
Most of the time
Yet wakes instead
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As I said
An addicted fien
Loving poems of H.P
Though tis I'm her
Tis she's me
Tis she's mine
Though tis she's free
Tis she's fine
The finer decor
Spanish album
Of music stores
Starbucked ******
To get her fix
She waketh up
SHE NEED'S IT QUICK
Yet also for me she sticks
Around all day
She say's she is not obsessed
Though one should seeith mine way
For she's hooked
On me that is
She doth know
I'm her Mr
She's mine Mrs
For this is short and simply funnily sweet
She's mine queen
Of candy treats
As tis she knows
This is pure fun
I loveth mi amour'
Mine choosen one...