With my heart on Fir
Woke with an oak in my head
Pulled up my Birches
Kissed my dear Maple goodbye
Undid the door Larch and left
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My last found lover Can seduce like no other Her special allure Turns my awkward blue chatter To slutty sapphire banter -
Few that I call friend Over time fewer still hear Battles fought each year Even when they were long lost Still grateful to see you near
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