Tan Pratonix - Melanie May

Every day
Melanie May
Walks down the shore,
Along the bay.

She isn't pretty,
But as she goes
She looks a lovely
Wind-blown rose.

I see the waves
Come surging over
And fall about
Her feet in foam.

She is a slender
Tender
Lovely rose,
From her wind-blown hair
To her sprightly toes.

She is a dream,
A lovely rose,
And my desire comes
Surging,
Surging over,
And falls about her toes.

Tan Pratonix

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