There is a guy named drew
His eyes are like the sky so blue
There is his heart, pure of gold
But that's why I'm sold
Because this drew will never leave
Or never part
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Smell like Le Phew and all this Drew will be but a few in your life.Good evoking of self-dignity here. Drew is past.Life has to draw more for you now.