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Saturday, January 19, 2008

The Proposal

The stars are out, the night’s divine,
The breeze caresses every tree.
My heart is full. Complete my life –
Sweet Kelly, will you marry me?

The stars are out, the night’s divine,
The breeze caresses every tree.
My heart is full. Complete my life –
Sweet Kelly, will you marry me?

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