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Picnic

We cast our blanket upon the grassy lea,
my spirits soared as you cuddled with me.
Dawn reflected our glow on a warm spring day,
as your back against my front we lay.
Untouched sat the bottle of promised wine,
one picnic outing when our course was love...
and the meal was just divine!

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