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Jun 2014
I hope the day comes when I can tell you

That I want to be the one that makes your hands stop shaking

Or your lips stop cracking

I want to tell you how good you look in your recessive genes.
Sometimes I think I'm just as clever as you, Bryan.
Dolores L Day
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Dolores L Day  California
(California)   
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