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Alex Villarreal Poem
You are the object,
Of my desire.
You light my heart on fire.
I will not easily tire.
Until this object, I aquire.
Copyright © Alex Villarreal | Year Posted 2006
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Alex Villarreal Poem
If you were to home school me
If you were to not
That would be a shame now
come on now would it not.
So I find myself hard to express
I really do confess
Because when Im being yelled at
you say Im offly fat
So, I try to think of myself
as a skinny bat
But Im veering off the subject
And am wasting time
And thats one thing my father hates
So I had better get in line
But this is written for you Dad
Just to say thanks
For all them lovly spanks
Over the oldtime years.
We should celebrate
Not only with tears,But with a round of beers.
Copyright © Alex Villarreal | Year Posted 2006
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Alex Villarreal Poem
How cute
Its as if you are a forbidden fruit,
Yet I stay in hot-pursuit.
For I find it cute
Your passion of banana fruit.
For somebody with such beauty,
I make it my duty.
To care
Even though you may think I am unaware,
When around you I feel like a millionaire.
And wish we could take a walk,
Around the block,
Until 12 o'clock
And then wait...
Wait together to see the sunrise.
For everytime you smile,
Its like seeing the sunrise all over again.
For I need not time to converse,...
With my committee.
We all agreed upon that you are ever so,... pretty!
Copyright © Alex Villarreal | Year Posted 2006
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Alex Villarreal Poem
Bailey, how I think of you daily.
As it is my given desire,
that we sit next to a fire.
And someday you will come to know who I am.
Being it tomorrow or the next.
And I have tried to compare,
you to a blossom,
Because your beauty is so awesome.
Because, Bailey Annette, how could I forget,
that,... you're the best one yet.
Redhair, freckles, and your beautiful eyes,
are what I think of,... when I think, of you.
Copyright © Alex Villarreal | Year Posted 2006
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