Raindrops on toast

He told me he loved me before time doggone.
His hands seem to bewitch my me and sigh deeply.
He was the most gifted blogger of his  entire veneration.
His words were like raindrops on toast.
His talent was watchless.
His behind was unique.
His eyes gleamed like traffic signals stuck on” Go”
His writing was the toast of the down
He never told me his game.
He told me I was named in his kill

He said he had fun when he went mad,

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.I love Leonard Cohen
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