Ho My heart is Full Of Strange Thoughts
You are a precious yellow stone
ho what a women you are
I love you My School Girl

I wanted you as my princess for my castel
I want a world having only you and me
you are like a deer having milk colored
sometimes you behave as like a white tiger

Your Hairs are like Black clouds
Your eyes are like black pearl
your lips are like hopeless fruits
I love you My school girl

i talked to you several times
but i can't show my buring fire
which was killing me daily
I love you My School Girl

God gave you good look
But he made me as like a puppet
you have milk skin
But i have a mud skin

someone said you love someone
I told i can't believe it
But when i saw you with your boy friend
I flatted ,I Cryed

But it is your way
How in the world i can see a girl like her again
you are so sweet and neat
But I have only meat in mine

I love you My

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avtar singh saini

On 3 Feb, 15:00, "avtar" wrote:
Ho My heart is Full Of Strange Thoughts
You are a precious yellow stone
ho what a women you are



What kind of ho is a "precious yellow stone ho"

"Limey Lurker" wrote in message
On 3 Feb, 15:00, "avtar" wrote:
Ho My heart is Full Of Strange Thoughts
You are a precious yellow stone
ho what a women you are



What kind of ho is a "precious yellow stone ho"

Eats, Shoots, and Leaves? ... prolly should have been:

Ho, My heart is Full Of Strange Thoughts.
You are a precious yellow stone.
Ho, what a women you are!

Its all in the punctuation.
It is ...



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No one likes us
I don't know why.
We may not be perfect
But heaven knows we try.
But all around even our old friends put us down.
Let's drop the big one and see what happens.

We give them money
But are they grateful?
No they're spiteful
And they're hateful.
They don't respect us so let's surprise them;
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them.

Now Asia's crowded
And Europe's too old.
Africa's far too hot,
And Canada's too cold.
And South America stole our name.
Let's drop the big one; there'll be no one left to blame us.

Bridge:
We'll save Australia;
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo.
We'll build an all-American amusement park there;
They've got surfing, too.

Well, boom goes London,
And boom Paris.
More room for you
And more room for me.
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town.
Oh, how peaceful it'll be;
We'll set everybody free;
You'll have Japanese kimonos, baby,
There'll be Italian shoes for me.
They all hate us anyhow,
So let's drop the big one now.
Let's drop the big one now.


(apologies to rn)


Regards,

Tom Watson

tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)

http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1/