March 18, 2011 Paris Fall
Found fortunes spent well,
To rescue Grietje MacLeod,
The dancing desire,
From her fated seventeen volley.
My friend Merlin came,
With golem of glamor made,
Left in her fated place,
Simple bribes ruled that dark night.
Grateful heart nights play,
Bring back our our Paris delights,
Until the cold morn,
heartbreaking note Goodbye Gris.
Picture mata hari by facemepls at flickr