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Oh how i miss
being tickled by that stache so fine,
and that kiss
those lips on mine!
His arms so strong
that felt so warm,
in them i belong
can't bear alone this storm!
But i know he still bears
true love for me from Heaven,
he'll soon tickle my cares
away to oblivion!
And more that's being missed is each thing
that used to bug me so,
i wish mercy would bring
them back to and fro!
But as far as My Guy
he was the closest to perfect i ever got,
that's why every tear i cry
my heart and soul will more and more rot!
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Sally
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