Dan Bigelow - 1990->2022
| When she is walking, she moves like a song. |
| Like bees to a flower, to her I am drawn. |
| She's witty, she's clever, her smile is sweet. |
| Her body's a sculpture, ... this girl I must meet |
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| Pure class, she's all woman, she's quiet and shy. |
| Her laughter's pure music, there's a fire in her eye. |
| Her manner is simple, her spirit is free. |
| I hope that this world will draw her to me... |
| Through this world we amble along, |
| Looking for someone to share in our song, |
| With little direction, our wit and our lust, |
| Looking for someone, to love and to trust ... |
| A casual a lady, she likes to have fun |
| Doesn't do excuses, she just gets (sh)it done |
| She hangs with her friends, but stands on her own feet |
| This gem in the rough would make my life complete |
| But my story continues, I married that girl |
| Two amazing children, our life's been-a-swirl |
| She's become our anchor, our shimmering light |
| It'll say on my tombstone, "I got one thing right" |
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| I get to see her again! |