Comments about Timothy Heaton
The thunder rolls, the lightning strikes;
My Peach and I had our first fight,
How can I fix this awful plight,
And make sure everything's alright?
I'll beg and plead with all my might,
That she will let me make things right!
I long to see her smiling bright,
When she forgives my oversight.
That will change the dark to light,
And make all ...