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He was an old softy, with a devilish old heart
Knew how to get the girls, right from the start
Romancing each one, was his kind of game
He never left any of them, feeling the same
Each night he’d romance, yet another pretty face
Then leave her behind, ‘cause he needed his space
Til this one little lady, cheeks red, as she blushed
Smiled, ever shyly, turning his heart into mush
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So sweet, D!
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Thanks, D! Hope you’re doing well! ❤
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Love this one… true love… 😉
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He’s just a big mush at heart 😉
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Well written.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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