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the softness of her tone woos like a June moon tuned-in I swoon on the damp sand dune shrooming, foolishly, my ungroomed face shown true proving our love would ne’er move to blue a golden pontoon flew through rolling hills covered with dew green shoots and fruiting foliage wild thistle and overgrown Scotch Broom crooning to you, awe struck by the view I lose my pants, shirt, and shoes soon, while a few butterflies settle on a nearby pear-blossom of blue our eyes and smiles meet as we consider what next to do all the while I think, “I’ll be happy as long as I am with you.”
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
oh, the things.....
the softness of her tone woos like a June moon tuned-in I swoon on the damp sand dune shrooming, foolishly, my ungroomed face shown true proving our love would ne’er move to blue a golden pontoon flew through rolling hills covered with dew green shoots and fruiting foliage wild thistle and overgrown Scotch Broom crooning to you, awe struck by the view I lose my pants, shirt, and shoes soon, while a few butterflies settle on a nearby pear-blossom of blue our eyes and smiles meet as we consider what next to do all the while I think, “I’ll be happy as long as I am with you.”
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
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