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Apr 2017
I love thee let me count the ways.
I love you when you wake me in the morning
My love for laying out my close for me.
I love you when you have the car running for me.
I love you for dinner on the table.
I love you when you turn the tv to football.
I love you for all of that.
Only if it was true
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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