My black eyes is who ??
Oh I do not know is my secret garden
But I can describe it to you
It is of an insolent beauty
Even a potato bag suits him well
All clothes go to delight him
It is so animal
He is wicked as kind
But wicked it is the only
Who put the shock
I even recorded it
To see it more than once
I still could not get over it
a neck
a mane
Beautiful beast what
He makes me howl
But never before him
And when it is before you
You have the impression
An unidentified UFO
E.T. LANDING
You are so used to a stereotype
That when it is there in front of you
Stuff
Flying
More sound from your mouth
And what is a stereotype??
where i live??
Everything except him
That's all I would say.....
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