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Aug 2010
Here I sit
And think of you and me
In a relationship
And of whether or not
It would work
And then all of my love pours
Into my head
And I realize its not even a question
So here I sit
With my glass of wine in hand
And write
Until the day you are ready to be with me
Jack Turner
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Jack Turner
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