If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar.
And if my like for you were a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor.
And if my like for you were sugar, you'd lose your teeth before you were twenty.
And if my like for you was money, let's just say you'd be spending plenty.

Cath Crowley

Mots clés love poem dylan daisy poetry-love

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