When Harry met Meghan ...

 

When Harry met Meghan, he held his breath,

would write her a poem, if only he could,

and no one else would he love till his death,

and bowed and smiled, as a gentleman should.

And she, in her sheer, unexpected joy,

would admit to herself: "Such an interesting boy!

Now, what can we do with those years ahead?

Watch each other“s eyes, and share our bed!"


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1 Smįmynd: Merry

Glęsilegt Jón , glęsilegt.

Merry, 19.5.2018 kl. 14:48

2 Smįmynd: Jón Valur Jensson

Žakka žér, Merry.

Hér eru eldri vķsur mķnar um pariš:  https://jvj.blog.is/blog/jvj/entry/2207549/

Jón Valur Jensson, 19.5.2018 kl. 22:40

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