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and on the top of everything were seven beautiful clown's nose strawberries.. bold, bright, old glory red, with dozens of freckles and a taste that can only be compared to summer days with you at our house, fresh, satisfying, good for me in every way, juicy-ripe. Bite into a strawberry, and what you find inside is a heart. Go look. What you find inside is a heart that was just waiting for you to set it free.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
You Packed My Lunch
and on the top of everything were seven beautiful clown's nose strawberries.. bold, bright, old glory red, with dozens of freckles and a taste that can only be compared to summer days with you at our house, fresh, satisfying, good for me in every way, juicy-ripe. Bite into a strawberry, and what you find inside is a heart. Go look. What you find inside is a heart that was just waiting for you to set it free.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
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