Cuckoo from crow, by jadia4708au Subscribe to rss feed for jadia4708au

Exactly I don’t remember or know
But you turned out to be cuckoo from crow
How were we turned in to so close friends?
We were always fighting on net at the end

But it was her greatest skill
Enough of power to pull down and kill
That she was gifted with talent
She had brain and all negative aspects were absent

She is nice to converse with and at ease
We were at liberty to talk and tease
She never got angry and remained at peace
But she never disclosed that she had upper hand with ace

Her voice is mixed with melody
She is teacher and powerful lady
She has neatly managed her full family
Brought up all kids with honor and led happily

Such nice friend is always to be treasured
Our relation and depth can’t be measured
As she used to cut joke and spend easy time
We were sometimes sore at her temper sometimes

He may be at the same time like child
Grew some times wild and sometimes mild
I have sensed deep understanding in her
That has taken her far long without any bother

Today she enters in her next birth year
I wished many happy returns in her ear
She is reasonable and sensitive human being
I compared her to cuckoo at once and compelled to sing

So she is cuckoo in real terms
Now it is her chance and turn
To accept our greetings and warm wishes
That she remains blessed until perishes
Posted: 2011-09-09 02:41:23 UTC

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