burgers from paradise©
Was invited to a cookout tomorrow
but too much of a social situation,
it's hard enuff in the store i go
where i can't share it with my faron.
Couples live all around me
they frolic everywhere i look,
that's why i constantly see
out my window playful faron....
the part of him heaven never took.
For he still plays in the yard so cute
i can see him(outside)plain as day,
(inside)my heart he'll never scoot
nothing can take that feeling away.
I'll never be able to bear
i know i never will,
somebody else firing it up there
cause he's 4ever king of the grill.
Tomorrow he'll cook up a storm
and he'll save me 2 special burgers,
they'll be sent down perfect and warm
from his magic loving fingers!
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Sally
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