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Footprints In The SandI see two sets of footprints, as we walk down the beach hand in hand, all the love is there, between the woman and the man. The love we feel for eachother, we have always known, through the years it gets better, every day it has truly grown. I don't ever want these footprints to disappear, you pull me close in your loving arms and softly whisper in my ear. As we walk down the beach, together hand in hand, the calm wind blows through our hair, as we leave footprints in the sand. Copyright Cynthia Jones Apr.10/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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