As I just sit around and admire the beauty of the background. I'm a king with a fallen crown it just keeps fallen down. Which in turn makes me frown. Looking at the love I found in her beautiful gown. Sits on the palace floor is a lazy hound. My love for her spins like a merry-go-round. Verb stops being a noun as we pound and pound. Now her belly gets round and nine months later a crying baby is the sound. Beauty through the small kingdom and town to town. Now a growing kid wired and wound.
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