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[Fri Oct 22, 2010 at 11:48am] |
 I don't get many things right the first time, in fact, I am told that a lot. Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here. And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday and I know that I am the luckiest. What if I'd been born fifty years before you in a house on a street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike, would I know? And in a white sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize. And I know that I am the luckiest. I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you. Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day passed away in his sleep. And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days and passed away. I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong that I know that I am the luckiest.
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