Plum

Waltzing through her garden
Arms around her shoulders
A kiss and then I told her
I can hardly hold my ardor
She’s the
peaches in my pie the
nectar in my flower the
apple of my eye the
berries in my cobbler the
buzz in my fly the
sweet plum I devour

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