chris stainthorpe (30-04-1984 / Middlesbrough, England)
For a Soldiers Love
If you were a flower and i were a bee,
the most beautiful flower you would definatly be,
i'd fly to your pettles everyday, and in their warmth and caress id happily stay,
until i was called on for service to the queen,
but each day i would remember how happy we'd been,
and i'd long for the moment i forever could stay,
in the warmth of your pettles every day.
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