"There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted..."
Love your best friend,
Bruce
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Daily I send you prayers of strength and encouragement and joy that can shatter despair. You carry with you the strength of Grandpa & Grandma Fuzzy, as well as your other grandparents, you own parents and your siblings, your cousins, your friends and the children that are going to grow up in the warmth of such powerful love, such an undefeated spirit that they will never stop celebrating you!
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