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Mar 2014
This girl's description needs no hyperbole
Because she is perfect, well at least to me
Her smile is as warm as a summers day
and her sweet laughter, it drives out the gray
I could sit here for hours describing my love
But suffice to say if I hear the word perfect it's her I'll think of
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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