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                          A Precious Love                                
                                                                         
       How joyous am I, to be loved by her!                              
       Her kind and caring ways shine like diamonds in firelight         
       The love she gives me is more precious than any jewels            
       Her voice is a symphony of warmth to my ears                      
       And her eyes are beacons in these lonely, empty nights            
       For we are apart now                                              
       Knowing not when we'll be together again                          
       But sure our love will see us through                             
       And give us the strength to endure life's tribulations            
       If life truly has a meaning, it is to be loved by her!            
                                                                         
       Michael Meacham                                                   
       (c) 1993                                                          
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