simchina 0 Report post Posted May 20, 2007 (edited) To My Father [by SimChina]I am shyat evey cup of wine,which was brewed From a grain of wheeland another.Please forgive myinability in drinking.'Cos When I hear the soundfrom my hometownI 've been drunkalready. Edited May 20, 2007 by simchina (see edit history) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
