Bruning Poems - Poems about Bruning

...you hear the belling people singing fires bruning chestnut and other stuff YOU CAN TELL ITS CHRISTMAS......

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...its bruning up got have sme cold stuff this is a must you wink and blink a need FOR SUMMER AND COLD DRINKS......

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...you got my soul bruning my mind turning everytime I see you its like new your one of a few I STILL HAVE A CURSH ON YOU......

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...its was so cold mind was like a bold my mind was turning how you left my soul bruning as I walk hurt hop its was the COLD AND A TEAR DROP......

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...my heads turning my minds bruning you got my yarning I won't more baby don't don't go to you belong AM TO TURN ON......

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...in those house on the hill sitting by mill some in the dark old truck park there was no light than came out of sight this bruning flame no doudt it was HISTORY CANDLE AND THE SOUTH......

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...baby my head was turning my boby was bruning for you i was yarning i need sex too only from you i just could walk a beat or eat BABY I COULDN'T SLEEP......

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...you was in my mind could leave love behind my head in bed was bruning over you am so blue for you am yarning am TOSSING AND TURNING......

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...you got my mind turning soul bruning for you am yarning your love touch i need so much you make feel good too i CAN'T GET ANUTH OF YOU......

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...it'll get you turning you soul bruning for t you'll be you see yarning you will walk and talk be passion wet thats the POWER OF REAL SEX......

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...am not mean baby your my dream you got my soul bruning my head truning for you love am yruning without you am so blue this is not mabe OH BABY BABY AM MISSING YOU......

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...i can't eat hard to sleep my heads turning my hearts bruning you must have me fixs am LOVE SICK......

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...i must say today its not hot its a boiling pot am sweating a lot the heat got my beat its driving me nuts AM BRUNNING UP......

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...Call you drop by potter round talk a bit life seems gay when you play with the cat soon you leave (why not stay? no? – okay) not so much you may say if not done in your own my dear frie......

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...breeze a soft fresh breeze I met you felt so kind and gentle little brother of the wind you made me glad Katja Bruning......

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