"spands" poems
I seek a white countess,
To bend me to my bow,
I'll show him I'm his mistress,
Hell beg and hear me moan!
Well scream a thousand voices,
Well dock a shorting pout,
To hold his hand,
Where are treasure spands!
A king I need Caucasian indeed,
Surely without a doubt!!!!
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Seams to me
mind ex spands
with a words all the time
do think that some day
my mine will expload
Dreams for my head in this what is the time of mine.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC