Poems from CodenceChurchill
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I despise wooden floors when I sleep out
When I am out I dream of my own bed
To make it to m’own cradle I’m about
To nestle with my pillow...
No sight’ll enchant a man like nature can
Visions oh so beautiful to observe
All shall see the natural right to reserve
These...
My lover for her flows like blood when I'm Cut
To see her my heart pounds as blacksmith's work
For her i'd givit'll up and live in a hut
I...
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