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STOLE MY HEART AWAY
He was ten when he stole my heart away,
With his hazel eyes dancing very bright,
With his dark brown hair just catching the light.
Me, a year older, that night I did pray
To be guided now along the right way.
His manners were perfect, very polite,
One at a time the gang he would fight,
Onto our garden for refuge did stray.
One at a time fight him! Do not delay,
Are you too cowardly to use your might
If not all together? such a weak sight.
That was my grandma who saved him for me.
We married for now and eternity.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 April 2005
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