Of butterfly kisses and eyelash wishes blown in the wind.
Of petal's pulled apart," he loves me , he loves me not; he loves me.
Of blue sky's with billowie clouds," what's that one mama?" " a dinosaur I think"
Inocent , unaltered, can't beat it on a stick. Unless that stick has cherry Popsicle flavoring and sticky figures.
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