it was never my intention to grow attached to your cattails or whistle guthrie by your flaccid banks. but i have and i do. i've fallen in your depths, sweet lady - seen belle delight at your holsteins, picked berries under your alders, and conversed patiently with your elders. i love you and thank you for each kiss of dew across my cheek. simple and true, my love.
until tomorrow,
jh
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I never planned on falling for clearlake either. but i did fall for a boy once, who lived in a cabin just past the lake. and so, driving past, i came to be a little sentimental about that murky little town and cattail ringed pool...
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