B25-Poem 8 My Angel
POEM 8 MY ANGEL
MY ANGEL WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES
MY ANGEL I SEE HER SOUL & HER SOUL CRIES FOR ME.
MY ANGEL CRIES OUR FOR A WARM EMBRACE THAT I WILL GIVE HER.
MY ANGEL A FLAVOR SHE NEVER GET TO TASTE.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
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