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Aug 5
Fields of green
below skies of blue.
Immaculate beauty
just as I see you.

You rock in your chair.
The breeze ruffles your hair,
but don't ever fret:
I will be there.

Through the laughter
and sadness,
till we are old and gray
I will be with you
Forever I'll stay.
Lane O
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Lane O  31/M
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