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TERRY Last evening oy! such joy!! I love you best when you're blithering brilliant articulate and slurring. Diagnostic genius with sod on her face A friend as bright and loving is very hard to find yet you've tested our love at times,been less than kind have you bought into the notion, that I lack, the sprit of uplifting the belief in mankind do you doubt my heart? my mind? The blinding insights I have had, as I've sat at your feet, can only be embraced in the lightof your grace be careful I beg you hold the final word. |
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