I held you in my arms Rocking you to the Chants of adoring fans Held tight As your rig amortised hand Clutched that bottle like I used to hold your baby Milk to feed you

The path is so hot that the skin on the bottom of my feet sizzle like bacon. I slowly walk on the distractions, feeling the fire rocks of reasons that’s hard to reach my life accomplishments.

Indelible As I've known you To be To me

Gloriously emporious, The stars That are mine tonight.

Tell me about the time Before this picture show. The light was never just right And the lines were never just so.

This feels dirty But right - it is 4.04, not a time To eat At Jamie Oliver's new restaurant, Where the menu says 'Posh chips' Truffle fried. We both opt Not to comment

The card was gilded with after-thought we meant to send it, but - you know the dog the baby the crash our new garden your hair all prevented expediency. Regrets - we've had a few