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My Girl
Who can say they have felt the fire
Go to a special place when alone
Who motions true potions Ive got a Love that's true
I've been banned and deleted, unfriended and bid adieu
But I don't think of nothing but you
The purpose of life was never to do what they expect
The marshmallows on a stick roasted on a open fire was poisoning my desire
Calm the storm This ain't Oz,or is it..Can we lose this world without losing sleep
Our lives are more than connected
Our hate breaks us apart
The range of happiness is more than a pop tart
But not one hair away from a good days work
Laughing together loving together
What is not said from company
You keep for a picnic in the shade
My girl
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Greg Slode Smith
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