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Jul 2010
She is but an angel,
and this I know,

For how much I love her,
she may never know,

With love's seeds placed upon my lips,
I prepare to sow,

In hopes that within her heart,
these seeds may grow.
Jonathan Steele
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Jonathan Steele
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