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Feb 2016
From the beginning of the year.
Until the last.
I go out of my way each of them to love you 365 days of the year.

Some measure the month.
Other the days.
I do them both cause I'm glad you love me 365 days of the year.

Season changes constantly.
But notice my love goes through various degree of growth.
Yes, 365 days of the year.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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