Tamara Moir

Rookie (22/03/1991 / Brisbane)

The One They Call…dave - Poem by Tamara Moir

And she sat there
Staring at her love
The one who is as wonderful
As a white dove
The one she knew
She never could kiss
The one she knew
She must always dismiss
His hair, dirt blonde
His eyes, ocean blue
His skin silky soft
He stands 3.2
And she just stares
At the one she cannot have
For he does not see her
The one they call Dave…

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  • (3/28/2006 3:09:00 AM)


    Sounds like the one they call Dave is missing out! Moyax (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 28, 2006



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