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The Smile

When He smiled at my ugly mess
He gave me a certain sense of dignity I didn't deserve.
From that moment my soul has been surrendered lucidly, madly, 
Completely.
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Tracy Boote said…
It seems like a lifetime ago...I'll always be grateful . You were a guardian angel to a lost reckless soul.
October 17, 2024 at 11:51 PM
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