| I plucked you from beneath the moonbeam, when your baby sweetness caught my eye. Kissed those lips for my survival; quite a gooey mess you’ve left me in. These knots of me are those you tie – for with you love I’m in. Last syllables in a line. |
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| Valentine for Karrie Anne |
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