My OperaThe Pride Of My Woman
Saturday, July 30, 2011 12:34:25 AM
"...All they dream's artistic colourations,
In a bail out of realistic admirations.
Now cry they of skin deteriorations,
As cancer's a parcel of adoption.
A little here, a little there:
A half of treasure's given to mascara,
Parading the streets like 'okhara;'..."
In a bail out of realistic admirations.
Now cry they of skin deteriorations,
As cancer's a parcel of adoption.
A little here, a little there:
A half of treasure's given to mascara,
Parading the streets like 'okhara;'..."
