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Jun 2015
Seven days a week.
Plus those various days of the months.
Keep this in your mind along with my love.

Cause I want you too count each day as the day, I love you.

What trouble?
What trouble is there?
I  just can't survive.
I survive everyone of them with you at my side.

You know, in my voice.
From my tone.
I admire and love you alone.

So count each day as the day, I love you.

With this statement spoken.
You must realize tome, you're not a token.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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