Treasure Island

george albot


Hair Today Gone Tomorrow!


You are a joy to love and to be with
And I know that the words that I wright to you
Could never explain fully how I feel
It’s just sometimes like now
You are so deep in head

I can feel your hair
On my face babe
But I don’t know why
I think it because I’m yearning
To be touch by you again

I think it is hopeless
Me even trying to fathom it out
Why it is that I love so much
Because every time I think I
Understand it, my head just
Take me to a different place
Or a different memory of us
So I think I’ll just lay back and think of England
Until it’s time for me to have a shower again

Ps
Your carpet looked great today sorry
I mean your rug! !

On to something else now do you think that?
A wig or transplant,
Just a thought for you
Next time you, you know have a little trim
We could start to save it
Then one day in the not too distant future we could
Make me a rug, be ideal for the winter

In fact we could try it
Before you trim it that would be really nice
Yes I can picture that
Shower time
XXX
night night babe

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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