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Posted by Roger Keays, 7 February 2012 Los ladrones pueden robar su maleta
Los ladrones pueden sacar mi dinero
Los ladrones pueden vender su celular y
Los ladrones pueden tomar toda su ropa
aunque yo no se que van a hacer con esa
PERO
Nadie puede robar los besos dulces que me has dado
Nadie puede sacar el buen espíritu que tienes en tu corazón
Nadie puede vender nuestros recuerdos buenos y
Nadie puede tomar el amor que tengo para ti
PORQUE
te quiero x100pre
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Posted by Roger Keays, 20 June 2011 she pressed herself against me
our noses touched
our heads turned
our smiles grew then faded as
our bodies softened and
we melted into each other
her lips were sweet
her body nimble
so young
so tender
it was like my first kiss
her smell
her touch bought
memories flooding back
time... had stopped
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Posted by Roger Keays, 20 March 2011 beauty is pachelbels canon in d
beauty is the piano
beauty is when a woman makes her friends wait while she talks to you
beauty is holding hands for the first time
beauty is the moment before you kiss
beauty is sleeping together naked
beauty is being naked
beauty is not speaking each other's language
beauty is fresh strawberries
beauty is banana smoothies
beauty is the taste of cool water after a long run
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Posted by Roger Keays, 3 June 2008 A little prose written to tease the girls in the "if only Mr Darcy were real" Facebook group. he he.
so Mr Darcy,
why is it that
from love, you flee?
oh Mr Darcy,
surely you don't want
that Caroline Bingley?
or Mr Darcy,
is it that I'm just
too plain for thee?
no Mr Darcy,
it is because you
are so much like me!
1... 2... 3... aaaaaaaw. ha ha that was fun. I could get into this whole poetry thing.
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