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Swinging my hand to and fro
I had a feeling my ring would go. Off my finger it slid away To land in the street on Valentines Day. On my knees I crouched down with the help of half the town. To no avail we did search We even prayed and petitioned our local church. That ring is still gone to this day Now I'm divorced so what can I say? Maybe it was probably meant to be. It could have been God warning me and at the time I just didn't want to see.
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