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| To Chris "The heavens made a girl named Chris, With hair and skin of gold To touch her would be paradise To kiss her- glory untold. They made a goddess and called her Chris, How ? I never know. But though my soul is far behind, My love can only grow. I see a sweetness in her smile, Bright light shines from her eyes But life is complete - contentment is mine, Just knowing that she is alive." Knox Overstreet - Early works |
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