126

Savor the taste
Leave the weeds
Beer in the summer
Rip them later
Later, she said
Come and stay for a while
We just got the fire right
Watch your boots, she said
You feel it too late
It’s gone
All I could think of
Weeds
Anthills
The swing that needs to be fixed
My stubble
Leave it

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