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Oh, Jennifer don't you know
this is the land where the candy cakes grow, and
Jennifer laughed at the lollipop tree
which bent over backwards, eyes
smiling at me.
The apple pie Bush was in no mood to rush and simmered slowly away while the mince **** Gent gave part of his hourly rent to serve us both with chocolate bears in a billowing parachute tent.
Tom Lefort Nov 2024
You were the light of dawn, the hue of dusk,
The fingers gently curled within my hand.
A promise that all would be as we dreamed,
The breath of hope upon my lips.
You were the life in me, the reason I rose each day,
The yearning for which all hearts will sigh.
A depth of friendship few could ever understand.

— The End —