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Oct 2010
My golden honey-***,
sweet fruit of the bees,
I'd love to lick you
in the spring-time breeze;
drink from your luscious golden jar,
and love your taste,
just as you are.
A honey-***:
D. Conors
06 October 2010
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D Conors
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