Do An Angie Poem by Francie Liar
Do An Angie
HER HAIR IT FLOWS LIKE A STREAM OF GOLD
A GLIMMERING FOUNTAIN FOR ALL TO BEHOLD
HER SMILE IT EXCITES LIKE THE MORNING SUN
FULL OF WARMTH AND MISCHIEVOUS FUN.
HER LAUGH IT IS INFECTIOUS AND NEVER BEMOANED
BREATHLESS YET NEVER ENDING, ESPECIALLY WHEN STONED
HER CHARACTER IT IS ENDEARING TO WHICH ALL RESPOND
SO GO AHEAD, DO AN ANGIE, AND BE PROUD TO BE BLOND
My kids keep calling me blond and I'm a brunette! What could they mean I wonder? derrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! 10 from lmbao Tai
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4/26/2024 7:43:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
hehe... well this was an odd poem to read for me, but liked it anyway. I'm sure to 'do an Angie' everyday.