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There is a place in the heart,
for special people, fondly, gladdened, unspoken beauty. They are so wonderful. They are the ones who "make us" "complete us",with their love. Kindness ,caring,their oneness they are so precious. In a world full of troubles, they walk with us,supportive. Proudly giving when needed, they are an island. It is no wonder I write of such, because like angels they come, when least expected, but much needed. They are our compliment. They are all these things and more. They are the women we adore. I will say no more. S A Gibbins 1992
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