by TopkazWexford, Ireland
May 2016 512 Views 1 comments
Mystic Meg
Mistic meg what do you see when your glaze through me
As she takes my palm in her hand
Stares intensively
I furrow my brow thinking worriedly
" tis a dark haired man that will play games with your head
I'd. Never fall so stupidly
For dark haired man playing games with my head nor mystic Meg
I take my money off the table and run instead .
By K Frew.
As she takes my palm in her hand
Stares intensively
I furrow my brow thinking worriedly
" tis a dark haired man that will play games with your head
I'd. Never fall so stupidly
For dark haired man playing games with my head nor mystic Meg
I take my money off the table and run instead .
By K Frew.
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Posted: May 2016
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