Saturday, November 28, 2009

out

Get out get in my love moderation. He's love sick to the moon today and the carrying rush holds a bird call. She won't hold back the worthy knights, and the ladies fair square of love's wish. He's hard as nails. he 's got to play the role. Holding up his side. Not a word of faith, her faith's sealed in mountain top hide-outs. She yields and the plane of escape's love's nought.