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Apr 2012
i miss the days,
when your step was three of mine
when i would lay on your shoulder for hours
when my hand barely wrapped around your finger
when you would pick me up and throw me into the air
when i would jump into your arms when you came home from work
when you told me stories that always made me laugh
when everything you told me was golden
when i showed how much i cared
i will love you always.
elizabeth s
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elizabeth s
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