had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes — John J. Geddes
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had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes

— John J. Geddes
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