Brother, the world crumbles at the sight of you.
Resting on your handsomeness in the eyes
Oh, he’s looking inside my soul!
...Whines the rest of the all girl gang
neither of them knowing that you are engaged
Ericka, your beautiful bride to be
you open them up wider in absenture.
Every one of them with jaws dropped low
surely, you caught all of them by your brown eyes!
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn
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