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Jun 2021
I look around and all I see are memories of you.
Good morning to you, I tell myself because that is what you would say
A hug a smile the feel of love
The start of each and every day.
So I look around and all I see are memories of you
Oh how lucky I am to have such memories of you.
Scott Michael Pinto
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Scott Michael Pinto  53/M/Florida
(53/M/Florida)   
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