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A Rare Specimen

A lady who is deserving of the title, a search the FBI would call an x-file. No one could find a spirit so kind. Then, how lucky am I to spy you with my little eye? A woman most honest and wise who always gives the best advice. A loyal friend right unto the end. You would look for laughter in the middle of a disaster. Winter is cold and cruel, if you look in a mirror, you'll see sadness does not suit you. It must be hard, being so blue, but this much is true: The world becomes a beautiful place when I look at your smiling face.
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Feb 8, 2011
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