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Jan 2015
Deep brown eyes like a rich cup of coffee.
She was always warm too;
I could tell more by her aura than a touch.
She was always sweet and sparkling,
it showed in her genuine grin.
I'm ever grateful that in my panic
of first learning the people of a foreign place,
her coffee eyes were the first I met.
She guided me into sunshine serenity;
inside I've kept notice ever since.
for the most wonderful angel i know,
Tatum Thrasher
hope garthwait
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hope garthwait  tulsa
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