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I’d like to be loved for who I am

 

              And not who I could be,


Or for what I can do for you;



           But,


Maybe that's asking too much . . .





Love me now or lose me later, Babe. 



I’m a leaf floating along the top of the rushing river; grab me, or watch me float on.


-CH 4/30/25

 
 
 

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