Misty
by sloanranger
It began, as you walked my way -
violins began to play.
Then you kissed me,
and things got Misty,
please... don't ever, go 'way.
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Limericks III
PoetryBased on songs of many eras, I am indebted to all the artists who created the music & I hope this to be a bit of a homage to their talent, not mine. In most cases the accompanying song video is posted in the media section (above) the limerick. I hop...
