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a true story
If I write you poem
Will you greet my obsession
Am I worthy enough
To smoke your tobacco
Parked in the driveway
Crossing paths with raccoons
The moon pretends not to listen
When I ask for your hand
If I write you poem
Will you greet my obsession
Am I worthy enough
To smoke your tobacco
Parked in the driveway
Crossing paths with raccoons
The moon pretends not to listen
When I ask for your hand