My Kite
By wandelaar
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
- 884 reads
She darts, she glides
she swoops
to earth
rises on wings
flicks her tail
flashes her bows
dangerous
in her neighbourhood
sweetly, sweetly
teasing the clouds
shaking her thing
laughs, ducks
sticks out her tongue
breaks her string
bye, bye too del le do
don't cry sweetheart
she was great
nothing to do
she's flying the wind
you hoe!
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