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Mar 2021
My little My little flower last time I seen you You were Playing with your pedals Looking for dreams Now you've tearned into more then a woman but A lady as pretty as The flowers in the garden can be. But wild like the dreams you used to see When you were blowing in the wind Inside the peddles ofย ย my Fantasies.
Love
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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