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NEAT

And Maricel was her sweet name The first maiden who charmed my heart In sixth grade then, when we were young Her sweet smile glimmered like the sun In place named after rice fields We had some exchange of sweet smiles Her sweet glance, I could not forget Her charm then that could go for miles But then, I wandered faraway And years have passed, she was taken And so my heart was taken too And went through shades of gray and blue And in this place, I came back Cherishing days of puppy love I still wish that one true love Will fall to me in struck of luck For M. C. (Her maiden initial, 7-6) *NEAT stands for National Elementary Achievement Test, where we first met in the place named after rice fields in 6th grade* December 25, 2023, 9:15 AM, PST, SPC, NE

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