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How does that go..... How many Moons? Our own little Lunar stockpile filling up the pantry now. ...and still ...sometimes you wonder... worry how I see you. What my real feelings are. it is a momentary thing... and if I could eliminate all of your doubts so you never gave it another thought perfect self-assurance The very center of confidence I am not sure I would do it you would be a very different person And I wouldn't get to write you poems to make your fears go away.
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
you've done it again....
How does that go..... How many Moons? Our own little Lunar stockpile filling up the pantry now. ...and still ...sometimes you wonder... worry how I see you. What my real feelings are. it is a momentary thing... and if I could eliminate all of your doubts so you never gave it another thought perfect self-assurance The very center of confidence I am not sure I would do it you would be a very different person And I wouldn't get to write you poems to make your fears go away.
“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.” ― Carl Sandburg
michael-french
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
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