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I Love

By Mrs King

I love dandelions, and ice cream
he gave me dandelions
he is better than ice cream

When people talk about me,
it's just "Debi. . . ."

I love olives, green, pitted.
He bought me olives.
And took me to play pool

He told me I was worth more than
anyone ever has.
I believe him.

Now when people talk about me now
it is "Debi and David. . . ."

I love being in the same sentence as him
I love him.


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