Writing a poem about an innocent girl
I couldnt know which way was wrong
Thatre gone
You better know what you might know
And if its true its time to go
Beat it on beat it on
Youm your ladybird youm gone
And i collect the morning sun
Just for the moments we have none
My dinner supreme is for the morning machine
Another report and i grow
Out of my room into my soul
Into a land where bugs canre my beatles song
Ire my ladygirl

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN