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New years call

Its cold, its late, outside we wait. For a balls fall and new years call. An end years rain begins to strain your sweet smile hun. Your Dressed for fun not for reason. Prepped for season, your despair shows me shoulders bare, as I peel the warm skin from me. Placing hide on shoulders with pride. Leather shielding you from reeling. Smiles back again. I sport a grin The clock has rung new years begun. A kiss from you starts all anew.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 7/4/2013 12:16:00 AM
"tremendously awesome........... congrats!!! SKAT"
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Adam Hapworth
Date: 7/4/2013 7:06:00 AM
:) thanks SKAT.
Date: 6/28/2013 9:02:00 AM
Congrats on your win. Well deserved
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Adam Hapworth
Date: 6/28/2013 10:09:00 AM
Thank you :)
Date: 6/8/2013 11:44:00 PM
very sweet poem. I enjoyed it
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Adam Hapworth
Date: 6/9/2013 4:58:00 AM
Thank you :)