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Random Poem:
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Yesterday, I will run backwards. | 1 |
In the park, where the sky below you shimmers in the cold summer sun. | 2 |
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Where you eat as many of the pure blue strawberries that could ever fill your tummy. | 3 |
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Tomorrow, I felt like the hand that I was reaching out, out to you, my love, will feel warm, when your hand touches mine, and that wonderful feel of fingers interlocking, like love. | 4 |
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And I will write this poem, with thoughts of a green grassy field, with intoxicating music playing loud about you. You knew, like telly-tubies. | 5 |
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Because when I wrote about you, love, I know about him. He is who. And depressed I do felt. | 6 |
For lips of yours, like strawberries, had been a magical thing. | 7 |
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For love, my love, I be confused, so sad. | 8 |
To lose the tense | 9 |
of present | 10 |
and past, | 11 |
where be I: | 12 |
the time?! | 13 |
just walking backwards through a grassy hill, | 14 |
may I meet you there, | 15 |
on yesterday? | 16 |
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