Apples and cheeses on a red blanket in the side garden.
And though we could not exchange real kisses
We cheerfully gobbled up the chocolate kind.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter
Stolen kisses much completer
Stolen looks are nice in chapels
Stolen, stolen be your apples
I do wish that you are able to get out of doors even for a little bit.
At least once or twice a day...even if you never leave your yard.
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