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From Me, to You

By Jonathan Wikkins

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When we met,     years ago,           did you feel what I felt? Did that little voice,     inside,           say: “Hang on to this one”?     Mine did… I have thought,     many times,           of late,               would I have continued,                     had I known? The answer,       has always come back: “YES” You brought something out,     within me, All those years ago,     that I never knew…  Our life,     was somewhat a fairy tale, Could one reason to my question: “Why?”,     be, because it was too good to be true? Or could it be,     what is happening now? © Jonathan Wikkins December 3rd, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 All Rights Reserved another blindside... Written December 3rd, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 © on Dec 03 2001 06:38 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   love

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