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You're the missing shirt and mismatched socks You're the barbie dolls and the wooden blocks youre the iou in the money box that makes me stop and smile. You're the open milk and burnt black toast you're the dented wing from the unseen post you're the gravy poured on my Sunday roast that makes me stop and smile. You're the scent of marigolds and bleach you're the persistant itch I cannot reach you're the shells we found on last years beach that make me stop and smile. You're the start of life and end of days you're the burning hope as the fiddler plays you're the sweetest thoughts and gentle ways that makes me stop and smile.
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
What you mean to me
You're the missing shirt and mismatched socks You're the barbie dolls and the wooden blocks youre the iou in the money box that makes me stop and smile. You're the open milk and burnt black toast you're the dented wing from the unseen post you're the gravy poured on my Sunday roast that makes me stop and smile. You're the scent of marigolds and bleach you're the persistant itch I cannot reach you're the shells we found on last years beach that make me stop and smile. You're the start of life and end of days you're the burning hope as the fiddler plays you're the sweetest thoughts and gentle ways that makes me stop and smile.
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
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