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7d
Why I never heard music so tasteful,
With a woman so graceful.
Falling to sleep in her arms,
As the choirs gently serenade us.
Lip to lip as the lights dim,
Hand on her thigh, just how she likes it.
I'll never be able to love you the same,
Not after feeling you like this.
Someday she's going to make the butterflies fly out of my stomach.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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       erin, ---, Todd Sommerville and D Allaire
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