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I'll always remember that magic May,
the breeze, the sun, the fresh cut hay,
and how your belly jiggled freely
as we ran along the quay.

The springtime sheen, that antique chair,
The blust'ry wind in your back hair,
which floated loose behind you like a mane,
as we danced without a care.

I'll always remember that magic May,
the trailer park and Chinese buffet,
and the powdered sugar on your T-Shirt,
as we laughed the Spring away.

Dolphins making love
Tile pattern on sleepy face
Essence of Mindel

Hawt.

Mindel never makes posts about me :(

Soracloud is gay and proud and really likes his beer
Solid as a rock, he'll sock your **** and swear it isn't *****.