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Love Things of Floridness Sake-

Love said I the things a floridness sake he warned me about what's at steak and his eyes have all the pearling I am shorn of my remake much I marvel this slack A flame you warmed me about the minute humilities games it was tame, same, aflame You warned me about the shame it was same, tame, lame the ashamed of fronted adoring of those kisses that are ignoring the kissinger came imploring love we have shall be adhering
2/16/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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