April 13, 2009
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W a l k with me through the sand
To a place I wish I could call home
Where the water tickles your toes
And the sun is always warm
Where the breeze brushes you cheeks
And the skies are always blue
This place where its beauty must be scene
Not by one person
But two
Just walk with me through the sand
To this place
Called paradise

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