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Without A Word

I was a maiden , in the streets lost .  A man walked up to me .  But,he didn't say a word.  He walked with me for miles, without saying a word.   Then I noticed the man was deaf.  We found a house, on a prairie.  We lived there with love , and without a word.

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Jul 16, 2010
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