Poet Lurking

Oh deer how sad, its *****, i betta change me undies, hermaphrodites in hevvin here, i'll be gone by monday:) The poet lurks in thee, the searching one can look an see, let it out babe, let it come, the words n ye are bloody one! I kno the feel of the lonesome wheel, when it only turns 4 you :) seek and you will find fresher deals, look till she comes, your heart it feels, so bright n new. never stop looking mate! Jack Ross surely know the feeling mate, staggering, steady in me gait:) your verse, immortality will bring, long after death does surely sting, keep writing the good ones mate! Don sometimes the one appears, but she is not for me, i follow in her footsteps, but she's still running to be free, oh dear hehe. :) Don Johnson 17-july-11