Monday, February 14


In the day's occasion:


A few verses from the song I wrote to Mark:

O trustworthy Mark,
I love your sense of sanity and way of keeping calm,
I want to have our destiny together written in my palm,
But -
The straitjacket may appear, and well, you might be gay,
I really don't care - I'll do you anyway

O angelic Mark,
I crave your 4 famous friends - they're hot,
And I got a thing for big feet - What?
But -
Loneliness and leprosy can come any given day,
I really wouldn't care - I'd do you anyway

O sexy Mark,
I love the thing that bulges your pants - makes me moist,
And the warmth and greatness of your spectacular voice,
But -
Impotence and muteness can come any given day,
I really wouldn't care - I'd do you anyway
(Well, as much as physically possible)

O wonderful Mark,
I love your wallet and the way it grows,
I especially love how fans pay 35 pounds for first rows,
But -
Money, fame and luck can disappear any given day,
I really, really wouldn't care - I'd do you anyway
(I really would!)

(c) written by me

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