There’s a missing fence
across that pond
if you keep going
way beyond is where
I first kissed him
oh yes I did
A smile I’m not mistaken
I really wasn’t fakin’
it tasted sweet as honey
which suits me fine
Oh those lazy days
how they whisper
in the haze
and I wonder
where he went
because he’s gone
Oh I can surely
tell you
He was really
quite a fella
oh ya!
Let me take you down
the backroads of my mind
Tell Me About It 
This is really sweet. It’s his lost, and don’t you forget it!! 🙂
T
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Well it appears that you are holding your own!
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You are, no need to worry. 🙂
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