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By Shannon

Your hair, soft as the clouds above I think you are my turtle dove Your voice is so sweet I just fall to my feet Your eyes gliston in the light Wishing you were mine Your ears are cute as they can be Wishing you were here with me Your hands run across my face Smoother than things I can place Your touch on my skin I want it to happen again Your love is so strong We are here where we belong Your softest part You are stealing my heart

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August 22, 2005 22:24Stacey

awww that is so sweet!