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Nov 2014
My cheeks are cold
and my hands are oh so lonely
                                                          ­          …My shoes are strolling all alone

She's humming soft
and swaying oh so slowly
                                                        ..­.Making those moves for moving home

I better walk you there
before the sun goes down
You know its easy for souls to grow cold  alone out here tonight.
For my beautiful wife
Ryan Bueler
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