to huhuya

why can't I get away from a city rut
with a beautiful woman that I trust
to a chilly mountain and build our hut
where there is no dirt, no dust

she and I grow all kinds of peanut
that we eat and enjoy in a wind gust
in the cool sunset we walk with our strut
I call her my huhuya, and she calls me her just

greeness everywhere, no weed to cut
clear water flows and there is no rust
runs and jumps our little happy mutt
the best life we're having, admit we must

our life

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• 读着真美。全部以ut ＆ ust收尾。怎么找出来的这么整齐的words? 赞一个：） -戏雨飞鹰- ♀ (0 bytes) () 04/27/2009 postreply 17:47:47

• this poem was 和 郝庄董 -justjust- ♂ (183 bytes) () 04/27/2009 postreply 17:56:51

• well said. got u, master! -戏雨飞鹰- ♀ (0 bytes) () 04/27/2009 postreply 18:07:18