Every time I come here

I think about my dear friend

I see the poems he's written

and the comments he would send

It's hard to believe he left us all

for a place that's better still

I just hope he's got two pennies

instead of a dollar bill

He always made me smile

and sometimes laugh a lot

He always was a gental sort

who joked about his ***

A friend is what he was indeed

to many on this site

He knew he wasn't perfect

nor was he always right

Paddy my dear friend, I will miss you

And I hope you find your way

Your pain is gone, and your sadness too

It's the start of a whole new day

By Arcassin Burnham

With the shaking and silence,
Cold swear freezes up,
Like helium in balloons,
Passing through skies when they've been let go,
An author would like that concept,
Tensions are very high in the room of pleasure,
Not a *** to **** in,
But she doesn't care about my wealth or measures,
Get it,
Basic people get a basic foot in their ***,
Kissing of breast and stomachs,
Feelings like breaking glass,
I know she feels the same to say I haven't lost my touch,
But with this extra amount of affection, I would love her so much,
Twice as more as what I do when she gets back,
Rubbing my brow,
Please concieve me a child,
Her elemental style,
Generated transmission,
Love when we go for miles,
She loves my craft,
She says be gental okay child.