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Friday, 8 April 2011

My thought

My most precious thought of them all,
My wonderful and most wanted of them all,
My beloved, my essence, my joy,
you come to me and you go.

You love me, spoil me, encourage me;
You give me hope of bright future,
green meadows, sunshine and skyline -
You of them all, my most precious.

My most cherished, treasured of them all,
My rock in despair, my sprout of life,
You come to me and you go;
you bring most delight, rejoice and excitement of them all!

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