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For all that is spoiled in this world today
There is still a place to go Where all your troubles and dismays Could never taint your soul. For some it is the ocean Where a gentle flowing breeze Will take away their worries To be lost over the seas. Babe, you are my ocean. You ease my troubled mind. As long as you are with me We will stand the test of time. GWC' 06 This poem was published along with more of my work in a book entitled Eternal Portraits.
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