Gracias! My sweet queen,
Phone them I will, with time I mean.
My depression hit an eternal low,
Tell mother about the death of Smokin' Joe!
Spirits flew high, like doves over land,
As Reid's b'day approached, hourglass passed sand.
May slow trodden time, stream like water,
Till my family I see, especially my mother's daughter.
Drinks we'll down, laughs out loud,
Await Cyprus heat, to lift this winter shroud.
My messages are short, but believe openhearted,
Endless folds of love, since the day we parted.
Kisses to all, and hugs aplenty!
Best wishes to Reid, nay, the whole family!
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:00 PM UTC
Gracias! My sweet queen,
Phone them I will, with time I mean.
My depression hit an eternal low,
Tell mother about the death of Smokin' Joe!
Spirits flew high, like doves over land,
As Reid's b'day approached, hourglass passed sand.
May slow trodden time, stream like water,
Till my family I see, especially my mother's daughter.
Drinks we'll down, laughs out loud,
Await Cyprus heat, to lift this winter shroud.
My messages are short, but believe openhearted,
Endless folds of love, since the day we parted.
Kisses to all, and hugs aplenty!
Best wishes to Reid, nay, the whole family!
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