I Love Parme
I love pARME is what the letter to Santa will say.
One hair of head no cold a smile instead.
One long leg and then one more.
Two arms to hold.
One woman of love and riches keeps me warm.
One love inside.
Purple wings beating beside the thumping of my heart.
Early christmas can be a smile.
Captured with devices but meant as love from far inside.
I love pARME is what my letter to Santa must say.
One woman made of love.
The ONLY Christmas Present that eye want.
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