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Tocca in Springtime

davidsmith208
Mar 22, 2017
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Tocca in Springtime I'm in an ideal state; half empty: half full Under the blossoms with my magenta sweetheart. Cabbage, celery, almonds, greens, goat cheese, avocados in my stomach. Afternoon coffee to write a poem. Beethoven sonatas one after another all in order. DS Poem May 3, 2014 Love Poem

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