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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Without Him
When I am lost he shows me the way
When I cry he dries my tears
When I smile he captures it
When I frown he Irons my wrinkles
When I am angry, he extinguishes it with his smile
what will I do without him- My dearest friend.
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