A million things I’d like to say
But only Silence comes my way;
Lost be me, in your thought
I rule a kingdom stricken with draught;
Come to me, bring me the smiles
With you I’d walk a thousand miles.
Beat that!
Cheesy to the core; but it also earns the Sailor a pack of Goldflakes.
Not a bad deal at all isn’t it?
Yo mama 's so cheesy that the Dutch started making butter!
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12 comments:
merry christmas:)
That was great....and all for goldflakes...huh!!!
whose thoughts man?
good verse.. :)
@ yo mama - hahahahahhahaha :) Looks like your posts reach my inbox first? :)
re brocasarea :
happy new year :)
re prats:
thanks. there have been times when a poem led to more than just goldflakes. but now, such times are hard to come by :)
re rahul: no thoughts dude. needed the cigs :)
re ziah: i know. i should stop sending you my posts by SMS. on the other hand i should write bigger posts. once which cant be sent by SMS :)
that was cute....
though I wish it wasnt for Goldflakes. I shouldnt need to tell a doc that ciggies arent good for health.
re pinku:
:)
LOL hahahahaha! Good one :)
HAPPY NEW YEAR Stygian!
Keshi.
re keshi: thank you. same to you:)
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