As if a goddess lying idle on pasture,
Not the cattle that are seeing you,
But eyes of Google+ surfers in queue.
Some wish they were born as the vest,
That they could feel your lovely breast,
Others wish were to be the lipstick,
That stuck to your lips as you did pick,
Some wish to be all seasons' breeze,
To caress you when occasions to seize,
And Who would be your true love-mate,
That could share your happy life-fate?
Not the cattle that are seeing you,
But eyes of Google+ surfers in queue.
Some wish they were born as the vest,
That they could feel your lovely breast,
Others wish were to be the lipstick,
That stuck to your lips as you did pick,
Some wish to be all seasons' breeze,
To caress you when occasions to seize,
And Who would be your true love-mate,
That could share your happy life-fate?
Sao Puthpong, Cambodia
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