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He Gives Me Dandelions
It was the most interesting kind of love like none any had ever seen we were like a rocket ship to the sun When we made love we laughed instead of cry they all said bless his heart he will never keep up with you and I just smiled as I watched the south rise over and over again He wasn't much of a romantic, thank God but if I did things just right in those fields late at night he always smiled that evil grin, and picked me dandelions Now you may think those are not a flower, but I am here to tell you they were a trip for sure, as he held it up saying make a wish, and blow after that he just hung a Confederate flag for good, sure to show Not for hate or racial disgrace, I am half Cherokee, you need to know I kept his secret and kept it damn good, him and his dandelion romance even though he had hundreds dead in the back of his truck What can I say, he gave me more than a dozen of them don't say you love me, just scream out my name passionately while we dance under the moon, in a field with a dandelion in my teeth I could never get tired of them, make a wish, and blow he would always say and with sheer joy, looking into his eyes, I would yeah he brought me dandelions, who needs roses, when those are so much fun
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