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Twenty-Nineth November Two Thousand and five; reaped My mind like a combine harvester. Cos' chance blew an Angel To me like an east wind Raiding a summer threshing floor... With words unspoken, My dark Angel infected Gluttonous mind with a love poison. And together we flew to cupids' garden Where on a rainbow our love We painted for a celebration... DEDICATED TO IZ 'My Dark Angel. |
Wow this is over the top! I really loved it. Spectacular. I thought the title was really nice and i liked the last two lines alot. Keep writing. Nigeria? that's new. | Posted on 2005-12-02 00:00:00 | by Red_reaper | [ Reply to This ] | |