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Only my beloved could walk into NASA in Dickies, and work boots, with astronauts and business suits. Because my beau shoots for the stars He wages bright wars. He is clever and resourcefully smart. He's also hopelessly, harmlessly terse. And only my beloved could cut wood and cuddle seamlessly keeping close to me and keeping me warm. And his hands are perfect, and his eyes get hooded by his chocolate colored brows that I adore when he frowns. My beloved is handsome and strong. Princely and brawn. He keeps me safe warm and worn. He's broad walking charm, he's just a boy with a barn. Is it funny I said when I was a kid that I'd grown up to fall down for a man with a. farm?
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
A Man With A Farm
Only my beloved could walk into NASA in Dickies, and work boots, with astronauts and business suits. Because my beau shoots for the stars He wages bright wars. He is clever and resourcefully smart. He's also hopelessly, harmlessly terse. And only my beloved could cut wood and cuddle seamlessly keeping close to me and keeping me warm. And his hands are perfect, and his eyes get hooded by his chocolate colored brows that I adore when he frowns. My beloved is handsome and strong. Princely and brawn. He keeps me safe warm and worn. He's broad walking charm, he's just a boy with a barn. Is it funny I said when I was a kid that I'd grown up to fall down for a man with a. farm?
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violet-winters
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
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