I went to the airport to pick you up
A silly little dream
I carried your bag to the car
We sunned on the beach
With margaritas
Our toes sunk so deep into the sand
You even held my hand
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A/N:
We all gotta work to make those dreams come true.
-DarthPadre
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Maximum Exposure
PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
