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Sep 10
He’s my
New purple underwear date
He’s my
I’ll eat whatever he puts on my plate
He’s my
As long as it takes, it’s never too late
He’s my
Wouldn’t it be great?
He’s my
Infinite supply
Of words that rhyme with fate
He’s my
Elevate
The pulse rate
Contemplate
Set me straight
Invisible almost mate
Written by
Krista Delle Femine  50/F/Massachusetts
(50/F/Massachusetts)   
83
   Chris, zoe, Damocles and Khoisan
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