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A Passing Observation

The sun shines glorious overhead;
The clouds have gone away;
The smell of hay is fresh and sweet
And by your side I feel quite gay.

We make the earth our sun-blessed bed
My head upon your breast;
Your hair smells fresh and fairly clean
But I ain't too sure about the rest.

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Structured: Western
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Not Explicit Content


there does seem to be a dilemma there, you can't actually tell until you get to the business end of it. ~ Geezer.

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