At the age of 15

For you my dear Marlynn...
Sights of the innoscence matters man made
A bus-boy crunches travel for he ever paid
A fitter land, a band, a mommies hand
She liked Idea heth northwithstand lend
Tend's of money from the heth estate
The Child Harold Thus excludes a friend
And starts his way with beauty never mess.
Ovef wrath a bitter hand once have supposed
To be a lastless song - sleeping song stood cozed
For Eva put aside thy Orinoko triple blues
Ne she have opened clay by day a real truth.
If, you could tell me, went to rivers of beleive
Asked father by I moth If a thieft v'v
Looked positively fold by love you, ginny,
Have performed. On stritters of an anchor winny
That people drink on daily base due fold of time
Behind a palace versa hurt of law intence I clime
Meat cut home likely sterves attract.
Lights of the travelers eyes splender maid
Couldn't beleive it will make him bread baked
Lord thee shore left, saw aside, started cry
What have I lived for, I father cress, oh my?