shivayadav yadav

(Aug 24 1956 / Karur / Tamilnadu / India.)

birthday


Im in in contemplating to buy the stars
As for your birthday is nearer
Planing to furl them all on your silky way
Oh my furkid Lax i never forget your kiss
Many happy returns of the day
Over the years our love just grew
Will never stop until the gaze.

Submitted: Thursday, July 15, 2010

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  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (7/17/2010 4:02:00 PM)

    Birthday [BD] just a more chance given us by All Highest to fulfill His wishes be it mundane or non-mundane…just remember we’re but just executer of His wishes…

    Wonderful way to complement beloved by such beaut vibes and velours…metaphors are ‘Unique-Primo’…cheers …for eventful return uncountable BD… Congrats for sharing
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
    10/10 (Report) Reply

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