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Oct 2017
Take me to where your wild flower eyes grow.
Let us lay in the reeds and let your hair go with summertime flow.
Tell me to my face that we are no more and you cannot go on anymore.
I’ll start the bush fire and watch those flowers burn to the floor.
Pineapples
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Pineapples  Gloucester
(Gloucester)   
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