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May 2014
You sit there smiling at me
I look in your eyes and grin showing my dimples

Whispering I ask
"What can I get you"

You joke with me for a moment and tell me
"nothing I am happy"

You see me thinking and whisper
"some thing pretty"

But next to you..
Nothing is as pretty as it was
Ranger
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Ranger  In the Dark
(In the Dark)   
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