Now you understand
Why I am big-headed, proud,
And my mouth so loud.
But Judith is mine in the guise of Louise, soon to visit once more I vie with thee sir... In fact fie to thee sir
Drawn pens at dawn, egad, sir... I don't have any seconds. They're too slow so I call them minutes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
did you have the same parents i had? ?
Could be! Will explain true references in messages!