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Humor Me
If you
don't have the time
to count the zillion ways
you love me, give me a ballpark
number...
don't have the time
to count the zillion ways
you love me, give me a ballpark
number...
Published 6th Apr 2018
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6th Apr 2018 2:51pm
6th Apr 2018 4:20pm
6th Apr 2018 10:25pm
Compromise is the mark of maturity, poet. Also love the tenderness beneath a wry twist. We are nothing if not multidimensional beings.
Anonymous
- Edited 29th May 2018 8:42pm
29th May 2018 8:36pm
....she bows...graciously!
