I dos

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Lingering thru the darkness of matrimony she was, ; the words from my lips it seem too slip thru the air like a whistle note from I tunes as my melody of magnitude carry her thru the room as if she could never touch the floor.... The hem of her dress seems too drag thru the souls of her I dos who ever knew what the truth of that the impossible feelings that seemed untrue.... like a crying baby I wiped the tears from her eyes making her tears that formed as she cried wrapping my arms around her making her smile thru the night who ever knew..... The bitterness of a man untrue can sit and pounce on her like a Crazy kangaroo I picked her up keeping her safe till the next I do..."

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