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by RainbowSlider Jan 31, 2014 category : Love, romance / lost love
You would get so tickled When you got so pickled. The forgotten cucumber How you would slumber. Long before you dilled Our life was so thrilled. High hopes and vision As you cooked venison. So many things mattered. Like your kids chattered. But you filled with brine. Hope memories you find. You always going away. Come back but not stay. Heard about other guys. My head filled of whys. My lost cucumber pal. Such the beautiful gal. I still love you, pickle. Even if you are fickle. But I had to let you go. My love stopped grow. Glad you have the bike. I know you have a hike. A journey without me. Hope you can get free. Not a cucumber again. Maybe a good friend.