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Feb 2016
Beautiful friday.
So happy you came today.
Last day of working.
Nearly approaching.
To saturday and sunday.
Just getting on my way.
While birds whistle their
sounds of play.
The air I breathe so quietly.
Wishing you my love today.
Joyce
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Joyce
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