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Aug 2012
Tighten that smile yet again
I remember the sand beaten swing
Barges, our secret keepers, glide up
Hold my hand and listen to the creaking

That little trucks buzz
I remember the stump that sent us flying
Our kiss was deadly, but only the truck knows
Kiss me yet again and I'll fly with you

We climbed higher and higher
I remember your rough hands
We smiled at each other and jumped
Letting the water wash away the rush

You pressed up against me
I remember all the pictures well
You kissed me slowly, we were home alone
You took me home smiling
Heather Weeks
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Heather Weeks  20/F/Monroe LA
(20/F/Monroe LA)   
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