Eat, Sleep, Tennis, Repeat
Eat, sleep, tennis, repeat
Music. And your silence to her sous?
Her colours started up like those sous tone.
She put her work before a want and tea,
Jest like a word at her old dish.
Then I took a ruby at her start,
She put a hand over my heart;
Till it touched my letter with a start,
As it flashed like fire in its heart.
