campground'did

.

       "'this' comes with"
     At the picnic pavillion
 Leaning over the nectarines  
  hern whispered face mine
   whilst gramz and momz
             mingled

    mine goose'z bump'd
              yesss
     mine visage flush'd
        beet i'm certain
                red

            mine first
             infected
             
                 ')
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