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sonit unknown


My smoth friendship, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you call, look and cuddle,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the fair buddle.
 
Let me compare you to a square stardust?
You are more splendid, happy and pleasant.
Clear heat toasts the bright frolics of August,
And summertime has the nice crow pheasant.
 
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your smile and personality.
Thinking of your beamy style fills my days.
My love for you is the infant mortality.
 
Now I must away with a beamy heart,
Remember my clean words whilst we're apart.
 
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