NO ONE MORE REAL
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How do I know that you're real, you may ask? How is it I'm certain you care about me? Think of the time you'd put into the task Of typing that mail you'd write constantly. All of the time that you'd take from each day To share with me that small piece of your heart Tells me for sure, in an unclouded way, That you are for real and were from the start. When tired and sleepy and needing your rest, You'd sit and type letters to me, your pet. Of all of my reasons, this one is best. How much more sure that you're real can I get? Yes, I am certain that this much is true: There's no one on earth who's more real than you. |
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