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{if those blossoms don't come} lyn lifshin if the tangerine doesn’t fill the house with thick sweetness. If you put your hands over your ears one more time when I’m talking. If there’s another month of wanting to sleep all day, the cat the warmest sweet thing I can imagine. If this damn rain doesn’t let up, I’m going to have to rewrite the story you’ve got in your head about us and I don’t think you will like the ending |
