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Monday, November 19, 2007 9:27 AM


How great thy love..

How sweet thy lips that they make candy taste plain..

How great thy beauty that flowers pale in comparision..

How bright thy smile that it shines brighter than the sun..

How comforting thy arms that they make my bed feel like stone..

How strong thy love that it brings warmth to the depths of my soul.


hold me now at 9:27 AM
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