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| You hail from the south; I, from here and there. You are a methodical man; I tumble with the wind. You build with your hands; I create worlds with a pen. Country music stirs your soul; Pavaroti takes my breath away. We speak from our hearts And truth reflects from within. And now, near a place Called "impossibile", Our minds and souls touch. With fingers intertwined, We yearn for each new day. Within our special connection We find all that we need. |
| For Gary 10/12/02 Kitten |
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