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Sep 2013
I first fell in love with her when she said she couldn’t remember the year, month, or date.
And time meant nothing because she didn’t know the hour, minute, nor the second.
I placed my jacket over her **** body and looked up at the heavens.
Where did she come from?
It felt like I knew her all my life even though we just met.
She was everything I ever envisioned in a perfect woman.
No …I shall not describe her.

Many yesterdays have passed and we have dance 245 times and she has fallen for me.
Now I am all she knows.
Today, tomorrow, and now her future will be sound.
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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