Sitting this morning
thinking of you.
It wasn’t boring,
nor was it new.
Your bright red tresses,
your eyes of blue.
Your snug little dresses,
my thoughts of you.
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thinking of youSitting this morning It wasn’t boring, Your bright red tresses, Your snug little dresses, |
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