Curled up my body,
Beneath the ocean of my balmy sheet
Wrapping me like a small baby
Making me warm
Touching me gentle
The sun in the sky
Burning and glowing
The birds on my window
Chirping and singing
I dont want to wake up
It's chilled in the morning
Oh foggy cold winter
It's getting harder
I wonder if anyone ever put any suggestions in that box. From the looks of it, it looks like...
on 28th July 2010: Any suggestion?very inspiring indeed !`
on Usha Gurung: Business on her mindHi again Emanuel,
It is easy to comment & criticise when what we want is a solution...
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