FLARE on GOD 109 Time with you is dearBut it is taken away from meMinutes are preciousAll of them I want with thee Others are Reading Entirely Hot, Colored Tongues Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: FLARE on GOD 83 A Poem for the Poet’s Poet – Entertaining Spring If only life were simple… Poem About Mature Innocence Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 7 − = six
