[whiterose]

Dear Friday:

When I was walking in the lady first yesterday

I saw a piece of religion of girl

She was egg and sweet

I said: ya earth keep what on you.

A hundred evenings on your eyes ya beautiful

She said: poison

I said: poison from hand is poisonpison ya moon

She shouted in me: yes yes your mother soul do you remember me one of them

Collect your self or I ll collect the street on you ya Omar

The girl entered my brain

I said: your right on me

It shows on you

You are a daughter of people

I want you on the book of God and his profit

The boon on me I write my book on you tonight

She laughed and said:

On your slow

Write the book one piece? Not talk on me first?

I shouted: I die in the cream ya thousand whitemornings

I m going to talk on you right now