Tuesday, July 22, 2008

BLOOMING


My beautiful baby
You are doing terrific

Your eyes
Have become
Piercing beacons

Consider sunglasses
To control the effect

When you smile
Try to show
A little more teeth

I pray
You don’t give me
A heart attack

Posted by Martínez at 10:55 AM

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