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I remember that time-

Skinny-dippin in the lake.

You felt so sublime…



When getting busy wasn’t a crime-

We could be real and never fake.

Just a couple of lost paramour’s in our prime…



I would shake your peaches you would lick my lime-

On occasion the past is so opaque.

Where my dreams disappeared without reason or rhyme…


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