You’re the
most British person I know
Your hair
wafts back like a sparrows nest
It looks
like a thatched roof
Atop a
croft that’s blest
You’re the
most British person I know
You’re the
most Greek person I ever knew
Your hair
is so dark
Like Methuselah’s
hue
Your skin
like an olive grove
So dark
green imbued
With the
frankness of foresight for the
Tragedy new
You’re so
Hungarian with your forthright airs
With your
blood that boils
At room
temperature
And your
Saturnist cares
You’re so dying
In the now
that you don’t care
You’re so
hard Italian like
The stone
of an olive
Cannot
crush its essence
Get to the
kernel
You’re so
filtered coffee with
The heroics
of Hercules
Its sad
when your abandon
Leaves you
roaming the open seas
Yo!I remember my best friend to your work because you have one idea, I don’t know if I just miss him but when I read your writings, it reminds me of my very best friend. Can I ask if we can be best friends someday I really love to read and talk with you everyday. And I hope that we go together do carpet shampooing service.
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