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Just a thought Well maybe not a thought Maybe she was a dream She was in my dream She was real I think she was real Are those stars Those must be your eyes Where did you come from You must be heaven sent I sit alone not obsessing Taking in your graceful beauty Realizing I had not drank my Bourbon

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Date: 1/2/2016 10:14:00 AM
She sure inspired lots of your poems.... Skat
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Joe Caldwell
Date: 1/4/2016 6:29:00 PM
Yes she does, she is a very special lady.

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