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You are not the air that I breathe, You are the sweet scent that drifts upon it. You are not the sounds that I hear, You are the music of my life. You are not the food that I need, You are the nourishment of my soul. You are not my will to survive You are my reason for living. ~An Exerpt from a Poem by Rebecca W~
Gift Accessories 40th Anniversary
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