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i) my first girlfriend´s name was jennifer (jenny wren the headmaster called her..) every day (as packed by my mother) i gave her a packet of crisps (salt and vinegar...) at luncheon eternal love she swore.. her sweet kisses mine for ever..! huddled diminutive together- a pair of chip crossed lovers..!* ii) ah!days of golden wonder: a halcyon time to share.. then,perhaps due to human error once,did the fates conspire.. where..?not here..sandwiches..a pear, she was away and nose in the air- off with roger the goal-keeper.. my heart crumbs on the floor.. iii) at home i told my mother and father he rustled his newspaper mum said it was cupboard love or whatever, i regarded the cupboard long and longer.. the dog wagged his tail by the door the cat on the chair.. what was the answer.. not to care..? i liked jennifer.. i would consider... *a pair of star crossed lovers-romeo and juliet-shak..
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
my first girlfriend ́s name was jenifer..
i) my first girlfriend´s name was jennifer (jenny wren the headmaster called her..) every day (as packed by my mother) i gave her a packet of crisps (salt and vinegar...) at luncheon eternal love she swore.. her sweet kisses mine for ever..! huddled diminutive together- a pair of chip crossed lovers..!* ii) ah!days of golden wonder: a halcyon time to share.. then,perhaps due to human error once,did the fates conspire.. where..?not here..sandwiches..a pear, she was away and nose in the air- off with roger the goal-keeper.. my heart crumbs on the floor.. iii) at home i told my mother and father he rustled his newspaper mum said it was cupboard love or whatever, i regarded the cupboard long and longer.. the dog wagged his tail by the door the cat on the chair.. what was the answer.. not to care..? i liked jennifer.. i would consider... *a pair of star crossed lovers-romeo and juliet-shak..
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
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