Apr 2020
There'll be a bouquet
Of finely scented words
Rolling off me tongue
Me love for you
Will then shine
Like the sun
You and I, me muffin
Shall find that
Happiness is a warm bun
Of finely scented words
Rolling off me tongue
Me love for you
Will then shine
Like the sun
You and I, me muffin
Shall find that
Happiness is a warm bun
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