A poem.
You may all now drop everything and read the poem I have composed for my dearest Sadako. Her beauty is like the melted square of butter on a cob of corn. It is like the bubbles that rise to the top of your soda when you open the bottle! HER BEAUTY IS LIKE THE LONE RED SOCK IN THE DRIER OF APHRODITE THAT TURNS YOUR LOAD OF WHITES INTO A GLORIOUS SHADE OF PINK.
Here is my poem.
Sadako...
Whose name
calls the stallions of
♥my ♥ heart♥
tO tUg
gently
AT MY BOSOM.
Sweet Sadako.
You spin me. Right round. Baby. Right round.
[end]
;_; So beautiful.
My mentor, the fine Professor. I ask of you, will you proof-read my novel?
Here is my poem.
Sadako...
Whose name
calls the stallions of
♥my ♥ heart♥
tO tUg
gently
AT MY BOSOM.
Sweet Sadako.
You spin me. Right round. Baby. Right round.
[end]
;_; So beautiful.
My mentor, the fine Professor. I ask of you, will you proof-read my novel?