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Oct 2015
I like it when you call me Baby
And when you're playing your guitar
I like you comin' down to kiss me
When those brown eyes say who you are

I like your voice's sweet inflection
When you speak straight from the heart
And the way you pay attention
I miss when we're apart

I love your silliness and openness
And your spontaneity
Your honest commentary
When you met my family

That Peter Pan mentality
And how you let me cut your hair
Your love of Rock 'n Roll
When you haven't got a care

I like it that you rescued Buddy
And care for him the best you can
You see that he's a lucky dog
You say that you're a lucky man

Don't think I have you idealized
Seeing only black and white
The wonder is I see you
In just the perfect light...

As for me, I feel happy
With you there's no doom or gloom
I feel that things get brighter
When you walk into the room
This was my declaration of love to Bill, my best friend
Terry Jordan
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Terry Jordan  Boca Raton, FL
(Boca Raton, FL)   
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   Pamela Rae, PoetryJournal, --- and SPT
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