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Two of the most wonderful people

I know two people

a lovely man

and a lovely woman

They make me smile

When I think back to the most exquisite

of summer adventures; the memories to me

are sweeter than any elixir a god could drink.

Oh the sky was the kind of vibrant pink

The kind that would shame the colors of a fairytale

Christina and I managed to get out of hell alive,

But we couldn't stop laughing whole way through,

Even though we were terrified

Now they've gone off to live a life that they deserve,

One filled with the glorious music of southern charm

They are both worth more to me than all

the gold of every sunken treasure of the world

could be every be worth to the pirates of times forgotten.


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