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Apr 2012
though i may like to give
more than i receive.
this is not Christmas, get down
stop this lethargic wait for my taste.

though i love your laugh,
I've grown tired and want to see you smile.
why act so coy too
pursue like a gardener
don't you know i'm a mess
when your mouth is around here?
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   Margrett Gold and ---
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