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Its comical how Ive never written about The sweetest times of my life Like the trip to Hatteras With the abandoned golf course And the hours of skating down The newly paved road And the boys who provided Some of the greatest smiles there will be With the small geese Which we provided bread And the 4th of July fireworks With the sun-kissed skin of my best friend and I Or the newer trips At my house with the loft And the 4 mile ride to the beach With the divot where there were hours Of my boy and I talking And kissing And eating The love and music And kicking his *** at every game Its comical how I cannot seem to write everything down on paper But I can relive every moment of them Each night in my dreams
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
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Its comical how Ive never written about The sweetest times of my life Like the trip to Hatteras With the abandoned golf course And the hours of skating down The newly paved road And the boys who provided Some of the greatest smiles there will be With the small geese Which we provided bread And the 4th of July fireworks With the sun-kissed skin of my best friend and I Or the newer trips At my house with the loft And the 4 mile ride to the beach With the divot where there were hours Of my boy and I talking And kissing And eating The love and music And kicking his *** at every game Its comical how I cannot seem to write everything down on paper But I can relive every moment of them Each night in my dreams
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
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