Yannick
You with funny smile,
you with your own style.
You are my best friend for now,
when you first talked to my i thought: Sow!
But now i know better,
and as a matter of fact i like your sweater.
But soon our ways to separate,
The time we spend together were greate.
But we soon change school,
Together we ware cool.
you with your own style.
You are my best friend for now,
when you first talked to my i thought: Sow!
But now i know better,
and as a matter of fact i like your sweater.
But soon our ways to separate,
The time we spend together were greate.
But we soon change school,
Together we ware cool.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| yinnie: | Vrijdag, mei 04, 2007 18:08 |
| wow ge zijt verliefd zene maar seut totaal ni trut karen (l) yannick | |
| Butterfly_*: | Woensdag, april 25, 2007 13:11 |
| leuk gedicht. spijtig van de spellingsfouten. Liefs;) xx |
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| Auteur: kontenkrent | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 april 2007 | ||
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