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Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy

This is about the sweetest thing I've heard in a while. Just right for Christmas-time. *Sniff*


Credits: Stolen from my brother, who is always good for scouting out those funny, touching or generally interesting web videos.

Comments

Rochelle said…
That is soooo sweet!
Anonymous said…
OH MYYYYYY!!!!! Sniff Sniff!

~Sue
Unknown said…
Aw, this was so sweet!

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