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I find you there all the time gentle on my mind your smile a psychadelic flag telling the butterflies to flutter FLUTTER their wings the things we do together turning to melted butter with a wet smack lip I have your sugar spun image engraved in my soul no toll booths between us your face an untarnishable medal gentle on my mind you fly silver lined nimbus cumuli dare I say too much my love or POOF you’ll blow away © 1986
Chris Sorrenti
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