I think a poem with the title 'A Boob in Autumn' needs to be written I'm working on it.
And behold. The daughter can learn it by heart.
A Boob in Autumn
The snow was falling when you held my hand
And smiled. I knew that you would understand.
I felt the springtime in my fingertips.
I knew the signs and kissed you on the lips.
Together in the summer’s heat we lay
And kissed and talked and talked and kissed all day.
The leaves of brown were falling. My intention
Was something that I hardly liked to mention.
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