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Teens in love sleep under the stars

I took my peaches 
To the beaches
We parked the car
Looked up at the stars
A wise voice went off
Was father's scoff
Not milk the cow, now
til your wedding vows
What her father said
daughter is well bred
No creep's to her bed
Boy, Are we understood 
Yes sir, I'll be good
So good to hear, great
So go out and have a fun date 
We had first drove around
Waved to friends in town
Sang some tunes
twice bought balloons
laughed it off
her father's scoff
to shake and bake we go
with milk shakes in tow
to beach and our desires
hearts ragging on fire
to our favorite spot
hidden from being caught
with my peaches
at the beaches
now back to where we were
stars above a blur
ovens a baking
cars a shaking
windows a foggy mist
from racing bliss
two teens in love
no voices above
caring free
to spree
to her father's scoff
we now blastoff

connie pachecho

1/11/17

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