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09-10-2013, 06:53 PM
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I was sitting in the waiting room.
When a nurse asked...... Who I might be But I'm so much more than the eye can see. I'd like to think I'm a dream A dream two beautiful people had I'd like to think I'm a touch A warm and loving touch One night of two beautiful people Holding hands I'd like to think I'm a smile One shared between just the two I'd like to think That I'm the first light Of the moon Or the morning dew. Where mom and dad Smiled Held hands And all their dreams came true If that was My sole purpose in life And it very well could be I'll be content How could I ever be More than a dream? Knowing what that dream meant. To Lloyd & Violet from your well meaning but not always on tract daughter Caroljean |
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