Boy oh boy do I want you on bread or bed hell , even in a stew your lips are sweet and so are your cheeks your eyes , your ears and when your cry , the most beautifull tears your toes your fingers , the good tast just lingers and those other hidden parts . . . I will not start !!!
Reason for writing:
this is dedicated to Emily !!!
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