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Feb 2016
She sang like an angel,
When buzzed like a bee.
Laughed at the pain,
From her hands to her feet.
Her little white friend,
Right there by her side.
Her touch made me quiver,
Her smile made me high.
She took it all in,
Our dance was on fire.
The music we made,
Turned into desire.
paul passero
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paul passero  colorado
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