i dream of 1941 without pearl harbor.
my dress is blue.
my shoes are too.
and this fella is crazy fine.
love belongs to me.
love is all mine.
my mac n cheese is baked twice.
and my glass is full of wine.
red in body.
and each word presented around here is astounding.
yet no Harvard grads live in this village.
education is profound.
and i've found peace in you.
just wondering.
could you be mine?
til at least around two ?
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