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Cocoa Butter
The intoxicating smell
Of sweet cocoa butter
Oh how I long for
The bright days of summer
Won't you come back..
Sun's warming rays
So I can drift in daydream
As on my skin you play
Lying there in serenity
My soft skin getting tan
Waiting for a breeze to blow in
Simply stirring the sand
But yes I must wait
For cocoa butter again
And the warm month of June
When winter does end
~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-09-04
Of sweet cocoa butter
Oh how I long for
The bright days of summer
Won't you come back..
Sun's warming rays
So I can drift in daydream
As on my skin you play
Lying there in serenity
My soft skin getting tan
Waiting for a breeze to blow in
Simply stirring the sand
But yes I must wait
For cocoa butter again
And the warm month of June
When winter does end
~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-09-04
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