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Unexpected
Did not wish to love another,
To turn on this brother,
Platonic now, or lover,
Thinking of him under cover,
Should I hurl fat bloomers,
Passing by, his zoomers,
Each has a fantasy,
Would joyboy love old me?
He smiles and waves,.
Blows kisses I save,
Time takes care of stuff,
Can't love him enough,
So unexpectedly,
Open-ended booty!
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Julie Grenness
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