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Oct 2011
Cold, gentle rain pouring down on the world,
Making it hard for this one young girl.
Walking as she cries and listens to the rain,
Trying to forget and soothe the pain.
She comes across a paper floating in the breeze,
She picked it up to read the three words that would fill her with glee:
I Love You.
Josey Wells
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