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My man is short, handsome, and kind.
He's a little eccentric, but he's mine all mine. He's the icing on my cake and the sauce on my steak He's the lyrics in my song and he can love all night long. He turns my grey skies to a beautiful blue with his kisses that are so true. He cares, shares, and swears that I'm his forever and I love his funky hair. He's a gentleman to say the least no need for the police, so I say this with pride and I don't have to bat an eye. That my man is my man and I always feel so grand when he looks into my eyes and say "Honey, you're mine"!
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