Dear Blowtorch Man, Ever since I saw you using your Blowtorch just past the roundabout at Mt Coot-tha, I haven’t being able to stop thinking about you. The way you guided us through the lines, your soothing voice. It was like an angle had finally come to my rescue. As I walk down this lonely Street I made a poem for you. Roses are red Violets are blue Love is like glue Between me and you Please, just please come back, I miss you. I’d let you blow my torch all day long. Love, Meapa submitted by /u/Meapa [link] [comments]
