Shannon stole my heart away Carelessly, with feminine guile. Stole my heart, the other day, With dancing eyes and roguish smile. Caring not she seared my soul, Nor caring I might go astray. Child of my child, that scamp, . . . . Stole my heart away.
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child of my child...
those little girls!!
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