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By Sonny Black As the day goes by, I stop to think about her. Is she O.K.? Is she safe? I just wonder. As she goes about her journey and me about mine, I start to think about her all the time. She is God sent, that is for sure, So sweet, young, innocent and pure. I hope she will accept and believe me, it is not a lie, My thirst for her will never die. Wherever she is, I hope she realizes, For me, with her, the sun sets and rises.
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