October
Monday 17 September 2007 photo 2/4
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"Flowers, I sent, Were found dead on their arrival The words, I said, Inserted foot in my mouthful So when, we dance, My lead it aint so graceful I'm a hapless romantic St-t-tuttering p-poet Just call me a tragic comic Cause I'm, in, in love with you And when, we dine, I forget to push in your seat I wear, the wine, Spilling hearts all over my sleeve A stitch, in time, Proposing down on my knees I'm a hapless romantic St-t-tuttering p-poet Just call me a tragic comic Cause I'm, in, in love with you Nobody, can know the, Trouble I've, seen Nobody, can know the, Trouble I, get into, When I'm with you"
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