She calls herself a good goer
She calls herself a good goer. But I know she is a good little sprinter Of her business in some small way, Wanting her hidden private life. Who can defy the ultimate luxury For such an euphoric gift of nature? A small, small happiness she said, Meets my slow and easygoing life. O God I say, I found her at last, Asking for a humble future life. In August became she the sweet, Sweetest my little angel wife. For Mado ao