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Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Campfire Songs
Crunch from fallen twigs under heavy boots. Crisp smells of descending Autumn tickling a cold nose. His scratch beard nuzzling your neck for warmth. As coffee percolates, your heart drums out campfire songs Come here my love, kumbaya.
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