Debora Soramaki


Auburn And Gray - Poem by Debora Soramaki

Silly me some would say
Cuz I love the old man,
My auburn and his gray,
His white skin and my tan,
He likes to go fishing
When I'm making money,
I'd rather be kissing
My sugar pie honey.
The love he has shown me
I will never forget,
If others could see
It's a love to perfect.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 30, 2010


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