Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
The Mad Mad Mind Of Pewee
my heart longs for the day
when the two of us shall meet.
One look into thine beautiful eyes, and
I'll be lost forever in heavenly bliss.
Thine smile makes all my sorrow flee.
Oh how I long to hear thine voice,
smell thine sweet fragrance,
touch thine smooth, soft skin
next to mine. I pray that soon I shall
I so desire thee to look upon,
but alas I walk alone among these
dark halls of mine mind. I can some how
feel thee, see thee, sense thee.
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