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>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>I want to spend a night with you in a dimly
>>>>>>>lit coffee shop. We can share our hearts,
>>>>>>>our dreams, our fears. Then we can leave
>>>>>>>and fall >>>>asleep together in
>>>>>>> >>>>>>>each >>>>>other's >>>>arms...
>>>>>>It's a deal baby...maybe in the late fall.
>>>>>>We'll >see how you're feeling about things
>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>then.
>>>>>Your sense of timing does seem good, too...We
>>>>>can enjoy our friendship now, and not plan
>>>>>>>>too >far ahead. You are the
>>>>> >>>>>berries, >>>>baby!
>>>>You are the berries!!! You're so sweet!!
>>>>Did you notice my message below this one?
>>>>Love, Browneyes
>>>Browneyes, you move me, baby...kinda like Tom
>>> Petty's song..."You wreck me. baby.."
>>>Or Gordon Lightfoot's "The Wreck of the Edmund
>>>Fitzgerald"...What the hell am I talkin
>>>>>>about? >You must have my hear a spinnin
>>> again!
>>or Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison...this is
>> >>the >artist, right baby?
>That is the artist, and you are the girl!!!
>We could dance to that song all night long...
I would like to lick raspberry juice off your lips
baby..I remember picking raspberries at our
cabin, remember when you found me there?
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