SHE-POETRY ONE LAST TIME January 2, 2017 she1 Comment ONE LAST TIME Whenever you came around Around your leg or behind your knee is where I took shelter You’re my Papa No one kinder than thee Beevo saying goodbye to his grandad © she January 1, 2016 Advertisements Share this:Click to email (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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