Just as the bee visits the bloom,
Sightings of lady luck mesmerising;
Dispelling all traces of murky gloom,
With her signature tantalising.
When into your abode walks she in,
Play your part of perfect host;
But do remember this sojourn,
Is as fleeting as a ghost.
Your royal guest for the day,
Restless to the core though not sly;
Searching other havens in the fray,
Hold her like a bird all poised to fly.
Dienstag, Mai 22, 2007
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