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Mild and right, Just between 212 and 32 degrees Fahrenheit. With temperate steam, Giving off a little gleam. Won't have you scalded, Won't ever turn frigid. Won't let you sink, Will buoy you up when you're on the brink. Although lukewarm, Still the farthest thing from numb. Never half-hearted; Always spirited. And I hope as you flow, Your uniqueness, you won't forget to show.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Lukewarm
Mild and right, Just between 212 and 32 degrees Fahrenheit. With temperate steam, Giving off a little gleam. Won't have you scalded, Won't ever turn frigid. Won't let you sink, Will buoy you up when you're on the brink. Although lukewarm, Still the farthest thing from numb. Never half-hearted; Always spirited. And I hope as you flow, Your uniqueness, you won't forget to show.
jami-samson
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
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