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ALWAYS SPECIAL TO ME

If there's a single ounce of chance I will be back again...

I would be your shade so you don't burn from the sun...

I will be your friend shall you need one...

I would be your breeze if the heat gets to hot...

I will be your comfort if you're in pain...

I would be there on the spot if you just want to talk...

I will be your sun if the weather turns cold...

If you feel sad I will be there and together we will have some fun...

If you feel lonely you will know you're not alone...

When you say goodbye...

I will always be your friend...

I would do all of this for you because, you will always be special to me...

All you have to do is believe...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Cherie...

I know if I see the light and I don't go into it, I could stay behind and I would need help to crossover...

​​​​​​I don't know if there's a tool like on Ghostbusters that would be used to suck me up...

I am aware also there are Portals but, then again I would need help to crossover again...

I have faith in my Spirit it will be and do what's best and required...

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Thank you for your kind comment and support!

Love n Hugs

sparrowsong

 

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