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Jul 2014
You're rather a private little creeper,
now don't get me wrong,
there's nothing better than a heavy sleeper,
but there's some thing rather right,
when you finally know you get to keep her.

The ring that spins,
all the way round her thin little finger,
and the looks she gives you when she becomes your favorite singer!
That blush she gives every time you make her laugh,
how you like the weirdest part about her,
from her nose and ears, to even maybe,
uhh....her calf?

Well my friend,
I must say again,
you're rather the private creeper,
since you know just about everything there is to know
about her!

But that's alright,
if it's legitimate,
because love should really be,
really be quite intimate.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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