sweet love

Posted by | February 18, 2010 | ITP, Writing | No Comments

I went out to play
On a virtuous day
In this sea they call sweet love.
I found a nice girl,
So i gave her a twirl
And tried on her velvet glove.
She gave me a smile
Then laughed for a long while.
I’m sure she thought of a joke,
   A joke,
   A joke,
I’m sure sure she thought of a joke.


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