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Feb 2018
After I wake from my dream.
I think of you then I cream.
The rough *** we had on the floor.
Before we went through the bedroom door.

You know I don't have a lot to say.
But after all I want you to stay.
You work so hard every day.
When you get home you know I will pay.

You give it to me and it's the best.
After your done cleaning up our mess.
I want you to know you passed my test.
Now leave me be I need to rest.
Written by
Cynthia Ochoa  38/F/McPherson ks
(38/F/McPherson ks)   
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