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Peas And Carrots
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2013 His belly's my bed of mashed potatoes
His lips, soft and sweet as cookie dough
His shoulders, as wide as a river of wine
His arms wrap me like a burrito
He cracks me up like an egg
And his smile melts me like butter
His hands squeeze me like a lemon
His eyes lure me in like supper
He roots for me like a beet
And he's as steady as the seasons
Always fresh, never frozen
We go together like peas and carrots
