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To my sweet,sweet Elizabeth

We're lying here in the shade of the big bay tree and thee creek is flowing by. We had just been talking when you looked at me with misty eyes,I knew what was coming. "Why do we always fight?" You asked it had been our worst one yet I told you I had no idea and left it at that. Now we're in another one worse than before. I'm still waiting to be slapped. Yet I know I should be ding the slapping.





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