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Soul Mates They practiced walking Tightrope, On a line drawn in the sand, Lived their lives in Daydreams, Always hand in hand, They only spoke in Kind words, About things and everyone, Their treasures were not Manmade, Their joy never once undone, They loved to make Snow angels, And simple sunny things, They somehow knew Forever, Is beyond the toys of kings. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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