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Dinner

I fell off my stool And laid in the floor Your hand reaching down Embracing so gentle Turning my frown. To fire from kindle. The lilies you gave I saved in a vase From the hothouse in town I clutched them dearly Matching my gown Now I see more clearly. Your carriage arrived How timely you are Glowing cheeks and smile Arms reach out for mine I didn't have to wait awhile When showing up to dine.

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Date: 1/14/2014 3:19:00 PM
Hope you didn't really fall,nice story. well done best wishes Pete.
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