My name is Twit,
and here I sit
to app for Zorahe the quell.
For him I would go through hell,
For him I would cross the sea,
For him I would do anything to be worthy.
I would cheer for him with my pom-poms,
or even write a thousand poems.
I would squeeze my brain for rhymes,
or sacrifice all my dimes.
At the end of this poem I hope
that I won't appear as a dope!
All I know is come what may,
Love will find a way! *wink wink*
twitterbird
thank you *crosses fingers*
115 years, 3 months & 23 days ago 16th Mar 2011 00:28
thats really nice!
115 years, 3 months & 23 days ago 15th Mar 2011 15:06
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