How trivial that day in the park alone just the two of us.
Hand in hand while side by side together,
Understand the picture?
We traveled so far ever to turn back now would be a disaster!

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A quaint pictoral having a deafening smile abode transfigured,

Within quaint dire romanticism we met,
Vile degrade of horse fecus left on the cement exterior.
A mime in the road agreeable approach to mentor;
The beat of my heart to light the inner spark to what I had been waiting for.

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Deafening blow from long ago we warmly met again for tea now for two,

At the park near Cherry Grove a limitless mile to vainly expose
Another one of those timely episodes
On a blank page marked abode,
To have a hidden desire from the same sex

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Frantic through the hidden ivy briars in fashionable persuasion.
In an untimely vested transparent jester,
A motive of lust & none for that in pleasure?
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A Gay encounter!