All dressed-up and somewhere to go:
A ‘woodsy’ at Tucker Lake—
with that dreamy football star.
Full moon, full kegs; twinkling stars and
a gleam in his eye.
Now, I’m hiding
a baby-bump and
he’s hiding from me.
The stars.
They lied.
The Stars
All dressed-up and somewhere to go:
A ‘woodsy’ at Tucker Lake—
with that dreamy football star.
Full moon, full kegs; twinkling stars and
a gleam in his eye.
Now, I’m hiding
a baby-bump and
he’s hiding from me.
The stars.
They lied.
Good description of a familiar scenario, Susan.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You are welcome 🙂
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