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a new way of looking at... writings >> ron reece >> fifteen’ll getcha twenny |
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Girl, I’m surprised You don’t melt these 31 flavors Your smile alone thawed my chest. That made a wave, and I rode the crest. Let me hear your music, so much sweeter than mine, my midday respite my daily hit of kind. If I could collapse the time between us I wouldn’t walk away with a half-smile and a "Bye." |