Monday, May 9, 2011

COT one for the record

My Dream.
In the merry month of May
In a morn by break of day
In a very toxic state,
The dreams they had to wait.

In the merry month of May
When I was led astray,
The visions were a blur,
Not knowing who you were.

In the merry month of May,
On this Mothers day
I found that dreams come true,
When I found myself with you.

Whitesnakes do it better ........................ and so they should!
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