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Monday, March 11, 2013

My reflection

All you have done and will do, don't matter here.

The words pouring from your lips are so very clear.

Lay your head on my shoulder as the cards fly over.

So lucky to be near you, four leafed clover.

Consider the reflection staring back in my direction.

I'll gladly sit here gathering this collection of affection.

You are that Summer time fine, like cold wine and alpine.

I love the time I spend on getting to know you.

I found someone worth me coming through.

What more can I say?

Welcome to the land of FK.





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