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Oct 2014
Were riding through hills
Of golden and amber
I look to you and I am lost
You take my hand, as you always do
I won't take this for granted
I've wanted it for too long
I look to you and my eyes say
I am yours
She gives me that smile
The smile I look for each time
Our eyes meet
Written 07/23/2011.
J M Baker
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J M Baker  32/M/Alaska
(32/M/Alaska)   
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