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It must’ve been 1992, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. The moon’d later melt, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. The boys met the girls, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. I’d never forget, “tender,” her thigh, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. And leaves later felled their own trees, But all I’d ever remember was the smell of Maple On my fingers. Note - Yosemite, 1992, her name was, "Elizabeth," and we always fall in love come the first attempt at, "connect," right?
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
At the scent of syrup
It must’ve been 1992, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. The moon’d later melt, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. The boys met the girls, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. I’d never forget, “tender,” her thigh, And all I’d remembered was the smell of Maple On my fingers. And leaves later felled their own trees, But all I’d ever remember was the smell of Maple On my fingers. Note - Yosemite, 1992, her name was, "Elizabeth," and we always fall in love come the first attempt at, "connect," right?
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC
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