Maandag 11 april 2005
Golden Boy.
Once upon a time he was my pride and joy.
The bearer of my name,
maybe destined to greater fame.
When he sees me, his angel face gets clouded,
his beautiful eyes become shrouded.
What evil deed have I performed?
To be looked upon as a devil scorned.
What's going on in his little mind?
That makes him prefer strangers, instead of his own kind.
Written in a moment of despair, by a loving grandfather.
Geschreven door la mariposa om 19:51
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