Dreary Thinking
Now, my thinking is like a dreary basement.
Because my girl friend came back.
My hart is rusty.
My girl friend is very gently.
We had hot caresses.
I like cycling.
But my lap is rusty.
Today's afternoon, I looked up the sky.
It's very very very fine.
I drove my car with my girl frined. And I turned some corner.
I enjoyed today.
Thank you.