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Oct 2013
Oh Becca, dear Becca
Your sunrise hair makes me happy
I love how weird you are
Using your glasses to hold things
You make me laugh
You listen
I see your beauty
Inside and out
In your child
Life without you would be the worst
You're my rock
My best friend
I'm so glad Dan got you high

Fin.
Ellen Bee
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Ellen Bee  North Carolina
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