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Oct 2011
Few things hold true,
Among those what I'd do for you.
Fewer things may I see,
More beautiful than for you to be,
Content forever here with me.
My arms spread wide,
Such happiness inside,
For you I will abide,
Never a thing from you I hide.
Jack Touchet
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Jack Touchet
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