dear god,
I think you messed
up.
i wanted thick hair
and thin thighs...
not thick thighs
and thin
hair.
oh well...
i do the best i can
with what you gave me.
you just got it mixed
up.
i forgive you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very catchy title, LK.; -)