But Mr John
But mr John Smith, you know old son,
dreams are better than reality,
the hotter dames, incite burning flames,
more erotic than originality,
the prune by hurricane strewn,
gets erased digitalicky?
monsoon mongone, become begone,
might be forgone fatality....
Don Johnson
re John's prune by the hurricane strewn...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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