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Mar 2020
In the not so distant future, just can't when although I think about you time and time again. Soon we'll meet becoming the best friends, you are my Godsend.

You'll probably laugh when I try to croon for your lovely heart I come to swoon, even though I'm off tune it will be soon, I'll be placing a ring on your finger the stone will be the moon.

When we have our tryst, our own paradise, in the midst becoming inflamed from the first kiss, I believe you know the gist.

For now I pray, I wish, I'll even fish for a way to come to you such an enchanting dish. But I can definitely say... Soonish.
Written by
Milton Robertson  60/M/St. Louis, Mo.
(60/M/St. Louis, Mo.)   
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     Elizabeth J, Fawn and Max Neumann
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