My love-life

My love-life
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I was sitting on the porch one day
in the merry, merry month of May
And I saw you walk by
And my heart started to cry:
“I love him! That’s mah man!”
I caught up with you and
Held your hand.
Together we sang
Together we walked.
Together, together,
Together we are.
But of course, that’s just my imagination.





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