A Broken Morn, My Broken Heart....

springtime morn now every day but I forgot what I wanna say is it the eat with you or? you call me off, you don't, 'cause your son's fever I noticed your son's fever is ever since you apologized once again meet me on Friday then sorry Friday my son shall come we cannot eat with four that shall ask for more I just wanna eat with our two incredible me, the dutch then say 'hoe? ' please, call me again when your son's recovered now the morn is no springtime anymore broken together with my heart.... © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected