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Oct 2019
He’s an old haunt
His blue eyes
I like to go in, sometimes
I like to dive in, sometimes
He lets me stay for a while
Though never leaves my side
He’s an old haunt
that I like to go in, sometimes
that I like to dive in, sometimes
Straight through the door, into
His blue eyes.
This is a seasonal write.. it could be about a person, a pub, a pool, or a spirit... you decide :->>>
Chicken
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Chicken
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