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I love the way you treat me kind. I love the happiness you make mine. I love the way you make me mind. I love the way you forget the fine. I love the way you keep alongside. I love the way you hold my sorrow. I love the smile you hide inside. I love the way you meet the morrow. I love the way you make me choose. I love the way you make me fly. I love the muse you always use. I love the way you never lie. I love the way you sweetly mumble. I love the way you softly laugh. I love the way you gracefully tumble. I love the way you treat a calf. Megan Delia Ratcliff Spring 1996 |