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THE MEETING
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COUNTRY POEMS
It was just another day at the space of play for her.
At the place, she was going at a nice, slow pace.
She was playing with the cars.
She was making them zoom across the room, far
She looked up.
Then, she saw him.
It was a greeting and a meeting, boy was her heart beating.
Love reached out his claw; she was hooked.
A playdate with him was booked.
She ran about, gave a joyfoy shout.
He was all she could think about.
They did things together.
It was a greeting and a meeting, boy was her heart beating.
Then on,
Whereever he went, she went too. OO.
They were together and free.
Together and alone.
They loved talking on the phone.
They talked about being togeter in a home.
It was a greeting and a meeting, boy was her heart beating.
The children became adults.
They got married.
They found their own place. They found their own space.
They lived happily ever after.
It was a greeting and a meeting; boy was her heart beating.
It was a greeting and a meeting; boy was her heart beating.
