My Johnnyb

His favored ones, whose backs bend o’er the soil, He blessed the hands of the ones who look after His animals, with loving care, with sweet voices, So gentle so caring, then, he blessed his children In everything they do. And that is you, my Johnny Tears, praise, love, joy, enwoven in your chest As I watch you make adjustments, like the river of life However, Johnny where there are no Roses There is no hope of predicting, the love of a side chick(?? With lots of bedroom tricks, more than professional decorator: My wonderful brave robustly man of the soil, I love your smile, your pouty lips, And the way in which you announce my name, Your gift from God is supreme, as well as my futuristic dreams Brave one of the Caribbean soils, It was a wonderful thing you done That night as you stay up late and spoke Hello to me!