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Apr 2012
The time you and I danced
I felt a spark somewhere
The warmth and love in your eyes
I felt all shy inside
The moment when you kissed me for the first time
I felt loved
The best part about us
Was the way you held me when I cried.
That is my sweet, sweet memory.
Sandra Jackson
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