David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
When you wake up on this Christmas Eve
And you send emails like the blood is deep
From the heat of a bed, you can turn the needs
Hairy blankets are on and the springs are cheap
With a single tear for your mother's time
You will garnish the flowing drink with lime
Try to keep a hold of a magic wand
So we travel through time into Decker's Pond
Deckers Pond was written by David F. Bello.