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| For you not to forget, I may be seventeen times over, but the first taste of your lips were like strawberry wine. Like fruit ages on the vine, you were mighty fine. Only thing, you did not want to stop at the taste of wine, so I kinda wilted on the vine. Just want you to know, that I was not going for the gold, it was the sole. Was not what you had in mind, so we just left things alone, that is just fine. Ever change your mind, about not needing more than strawberry wine, keep me in mind! |
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| StrawberryWine (c) D.Carter |
| tPoetryy (c) B. Armstrong-Aug,2003 |