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Pumpkin Beer
Sweet thoughts, rainfall It's just that kind of day Sitting in my favorite chair Words here on display Before too long a finished post A new morning bouquet That's meant to say ILU And get you on your way For you to know that I'm right here And that I'm always TAY Just message me and you'll receive Response without delay And even intermittent I'm still not far away Anything concerning you Is never done halfway My dreams of us together Span quite the vast array But there's one recurring dream I have Its substance I'll convey It's... A first class French excursion, A personal chalet, Long and lazy afternoons At quaint outdoor cafés Romantic Paris evenings A Moulin Rouge soiree Moonlight strolls along The Seine, Then up Champs Elysees Sup late European-style That's how they do it anyway Why not? Just like the old adage, "When in France," they say And when the final curtains close On our self-directed play 'Tis the season to head back home And prepare to hit the hay Then just before you fall asleep A few things if I may: One, I love you very much Two, with me forever stay
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