At Last But It Will Go Wrong Poem by JIM MOWAT

At Last But It Will Go Wrong



Hay girl I like the way you walk,
I like the way you sit down,
I like the way you dress,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you dance,
I like the way you hit me,
did you know you move so fast,
did you know your moves are
so good and did
you know your so nice.

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