Jersey Shores Her Johnnie Quest
Bright tides timberland her eyes...
His Davey Crocket, calling from high atop
Time's ridge as she dancing with their wolves
Wine of wild raspberries red dripping from her lips
Boy, searching for love's lost child ? Over it's mountains
Past this snow jungle fever where spirits flow and, such passion
Seaside swirls her beauty's baby girl; nature's pearl Jane's, addiction.
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