|when i get my gal to come along and swing with moon and the sun i know ill have everything i need
dancing in the orange hue of the new moon our eyes are fixed on each others reflecting mine in hers and hers in mine
we take a dip in the lake and return to our cabin for a playful game of chess still dripping wet, warming our nude bodies by the fire
w remain in limbo throuout the night in a lovers caress bodies entwined. the morning is dreary and rainy so we go out in the rain for an impropto jazz performance a la sun ra and dance like maniacs trying to summon the sun god, and comicaly enough the sky clears and our mighty sun, to our great earth shatering delight comes forth in all his majestic glory bearing warmth and vitamins for our replenishing. we untie the canoe and i paddle lazily through the reeds while she picks flowers for her hat i splash her slightly and she turns to me with a pout,, a playful pout so i rush over to her but in so doing the canoe tips, i fall in the water she remains in the boat laughing hystericaly like a child, i resol;ve to swi, back to shoar dragging the rope tited to the cano in my teeth and she realy does'nt liek that the boat is tipsy she,s laughing being thrown from side to side. i reach the shoar only to find that i cant find her she is in a swoon at the bottom of the canoe:a pretend swoon of course so i the doctor that i am do all i can to revive her form her stupor and we go to bed exausted souls linked minds in sync, we are one, she will be the mother of my children, today has been the best day of my life
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