quit digging you are messing
up the roses that i have for
she whoms name cannot
now flow from my lips
you have left your little
diggy marks every where.
now who may i ask is
going to undiggy your diggys
just let me know and i will
give you a tour in the
everly so colorful Moulin Rouge.
no telling where that
old dog burried the bone
any way..smart that i
know that you are..words as
silk the arm never knowing
where the gentle caress
starts or were it leads to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem