by VanhowlingPalmerston north, Manawatu-Wanganui, New Zealand
Apr 2018 357 Views 1 comments
Emerald green
Her auburn locks,her eyes of emerald green.
She lives deep in the emerald full of glistening leaves of emerald green.
Blessed on the eyes is she.
The tulips of spring under the windmills of Holland match for thee.
Oh ye evoke first love of my teens.
She lives deep in the emerald full of glistening leaves of emerald green.
Blessed on the eyes is she.
The tulips of spring under the windmills of Holland match for thee.
Oh ye evoke first love of my teens.
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Posted: Apr 2018
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