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Mitch Bensel·April 26, 2022

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Smile

written by: Mitch Bensel

@MitchRambling

Sip a little beverage with me
Talk of this and that
Let me see the way you smile
softness abounds
I have gone from the sports car
To the slow comfy ride
Ease against me with that
Comfy you are
Sip a little time with me

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