Somehow while she was poking around my junk
she found pix of you on my walls and
in my attache case and in my office
and on my dashboard and in the bathroom
and piles in my drawers and MAYBE
I could have hid you better?
Whoops!
Anyway Sunshine,
She has the hots for you
and wants to
meet you bad.
What now?
Sunshine is the alternative
to moonshine no? Maybe we just all
go nicely together?
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