Send to the absent clotilde
March 18, 2012
They told me,
The winter of this year,
You have a plan to go somewhere,
Go and see elyse and aria,
With your favorite ice cream,
And pure Phillipines dialect.
When you go away,
The Phillipines is left high and dry, my dear clotilde,
When I was eating ice cream alone,
I can not see your smiling face,
peaceful moon hanging in the dusky air.
Could you wait for easter sunday.
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