Thursday, 22 January 2009
A drop of pure honey
This morning, I’ve just put together a tiny verse in the rhyme scheme abab. It goes like this:
It's like honey when it washes over me
Because SugarFree was never ever so sweet
Now it's hard to wait till it's you I see
When at the arrival lounge, we will greet and meet
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