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IF I WERE AN OPEN BOOK If I were an open book, many pages you might read, into my life you could look, then know me well indeed. ~ You would find my dreams of time, for all the world to see, written down in every line, to surely then know me. ~ Know that I love this country, clear rivers and blue skies, where I can write so freely, here where the eagle flies. ~ Know that I believe in love, given without a hook, that I believe in God above, if I were an open book. 12/5/05 Monty
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