Word Morph - Love To Hate
A red potion stirred with sprinkles of Love
The sky was designed with a beautiful and pure Dove
A young lady found her beloved Dave
She couldn’t forget that Date
For he had filled the sky with Hate
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2009
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