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Come the spring Sunlight through a summer Dress, she knew he saw, she Knew he guessed. A fleeting Glance, no more than that, But come the spring he’ll be
A dad.
© Joseph G Dawson
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Come the spring Sunlight through a summer Dress, she knew he saw, she Knew he guessed. A fleeting Glance, no more than that, But come the spring he’ll be
A dad.
© Joseph G Dawson
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