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Her Smile There she sit with a beautiful smile. I asked if I could sit with her awhile. She said yes and gave me a place, I saw beauty no other could replace. I see this pretty lady everyday in life. She's my best friend and loving wife. All my dreams she has given to me. What I am today I hope to always be. She's in my days and there at night. There to help and make things alright. This wonderful woman keeps me high. For 47 years I still don't know why. BY: Kings
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