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Nov 2022
Tiger lay his guitar down and thought of times long past
He remembered picnics in the park
And lots of laughs
He reminisced about a kiss
The first one they shared
The excitement he first felt
When they met upon that bridge
They got lost in each other
Embracing the moment
Planning a future
One that came to be
The freedom in marriage
The freedom to be
To evolve
The he in her
The her in he
A united front
For these chosen ones
Let it be
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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