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By B.K. Date: 2017 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2017.08.05.09.29.6646]] |
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So kill me If I am still a hopeless romantic Kissed and cursed In believing in that twinge Of passion and disbelief That secret knock in the head And arrow thru the heart Keep coming to court I am not as beguiled as I once was But still sigh.. when he said I have thought of you many times Well..duh Who could forget that kiss Even after fifty years All the girls remembered How he could kiss I am one of them So kill me now While the memories Of passion and kisses Still scout the universe In search of me Sauerkraut And world class pickles bk the fifth of august twenty seventeen |