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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner

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To: Robert Douglas Hickey who started this subject	2/13/2002 6:49:40 AM
From: Andy Thomas	Read Replies (2) of 1582

She Stole His Heart he was a fop but born ages too late she was the type of vixen so many love to hate he wanted love but his love was so simple she seduced him with satins, high heels, and sheers he was alone perhaps it was to be so that he would remain in a world so alone she was the light and he was the moth he could not resist regardless of the cost in this world there is no winning everything is here for the losing but we choose our poison and his was she the painted, preening vixen of all of his dreams she stole his heart and that was how he died but not until years had passed of desolate crying she stole his heart it was so natural and now he wanders through this world all alone how ever could a plain jane in blue jeans compare to long painted nails and dark wavy hair clodhoppers and cotton are always looked past for heels so high and satins and sheers Ella Robó Su Corazón él era un fop pero edades natas demasiado tarde ella era el tipo de vixen tan muchos ama odiar él deseó amante pero su amante era tan simple ella lo sedujo con satenes, talones altos, y transparente él estaba solo quizás él debía ser tan que él permanecería en un mundo tan solamente ella era la luz y él era la polilla que él no podría oponerse sin importar el coste en este mundo no hay ganando todo está aquí para perder pero elegimos nuestro veneno y la suya era ella haber pintado, preening vixen de todos sus sueños ella robó su corazón y ése era cómo él murió pero no hasta que los años habían pasado solitario del griterío ella robaron su corazón que era así que natural y ahora él yerra a través de este mundo todo solamente cómo podría siempre un jane llano en pantalones vaqueros azules comparar a los clavos pintados y pelo undulado oscuro los clodhoppers y el algodón se miran siempre más allá de para los talones tan altos y satenes y desviartes transparente the actual song is available at mp3.com under 'Ella Robo Su Corazon' there is soon to be a 'disco' version available at the site... also look for espanol stairway to heaven (escalero al cielo)

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