Goes Back, b'y    Poetry - Breakfast


The eggs are done, the coffee's on

Breakfast now won't be to long

Just sit your pretty self down here

What is that fragerance from your hair

I love you more, I love you most

Would you like a piece of toast

There is no need to thank me please

Would you like some jam or cheese

Lets go out when we are done

To see the town and have some fun


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