We went to a strawberry field last December before your birthday. I had two sweaters on, and I put my hair up in a silk turban. You took my hand and led me across the fields and you said to me back then that you'd marry me under strawberry skies. And we'd eat strawberry cakes, and we'd have strawberry-stained kisses every night. We'd eat strawberry fields from ice cream tubs, and we'd spend the rest of the days daydreaming of days that weren't going to happen.
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PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
