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Jan 2016
She was bled into riches
That can't be seen
And when she digs her ditches
She doesn't know she's mean

She's casually honest
And she's your friend
Like a singer's sonnet
She flows like wind

She can't break the spirit
Of an honest man
But she can steer it
The best she can

She knows nothing's better
Than the truth of love
And when she reads the letter
I hope that's  enough
Jordan Rowan
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Jordan Rowan
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