Forgive me! Love me tender
My dear Miranda, His Grace
Please pardon my lack
But it 's good that you know what he was hiding
Men who never was vacation!
The problem actually
and 'that even with so much love
often does a heart despite
sending your brain to bed.
was so 'that at some point
I awoke with a sudden disappointment
Recalling
Of her sweet pretty face
And not made in time for Christmas
I'll complain and I regret it
But will 'His Majesty' With immense
Bonta '
forgive the writer
This trick of the mind ...
I wish you a very happy Birthday therefore
And if it must have been thin
promise affectionately
That will make it 'early in the crime.
Happy Birthday my dear Tata
Good thing you were born without you
Otherwise
Who would have laughed with me
Of those silly things
What fans do not people laugh
But it is not clear how
We are like bread!
Thank goodness you're there,
Good thing we do,
Luckily you
Cosi 'I'll find a rhyme
Finally this year my
This essay
Born only to apologize
And not to dwell
In search of a rhyme
To help me finish first!
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