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 I see a baby in its Mother's arms Happy today, loving But what does tomorrow hold That warm smile will fade But what will take its place A... [read more] |
 D rops falling softly against my bare skin R ain in it's infancy misty and thin I run out and into it so I can see Z est-giving freshness sp... [read more] |
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B est friend this life ever gave me, O nly spoke jewels so sage, N ever a harsh word to maime me, N egating my sorrowful cage, I ... [read more] |
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 His eyes with piercing magnitude Full of beauty and intelligence His thoughts have drowned to solitude He's been in my mind ever since Simp... [read more] |
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How do I approach Thee, Oh my God.? For Thou art pure and clean and altogether holy. How dare I lessen this burden by clinging to Thy spotle... [read more] |
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I met an old friend in the mall (Someone who doesn't know). She said how happy that I looked, Then turned around to go. I stared at her as s... [read more] |
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I predict that some sweet day, You'll realize your loss. And when you do, you'll rue the time You didn't count the cost. [read more] |
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What's wrong with me? Is it my looks? Have I not flash enough? Have I no fire? Do I repell? What caused this grand rebuff? I've s... [read more] |
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I hate the bastard that you are, And that would be the end, If deep inside I didn't love The man you could have been. [read more] |
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In fall I was a loving wife who held herself aback. In winter I am broken and I wonder what I lack. In spring I'll graduate at last and that... [read more] |
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Long ago and far away I vowed to God above, To cherish you through good and bad, To cover you with love. To be your mate throughout my days,... [read more] |
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Like clouds scudding before the wind The days fly by to become years. The shape of each, though different, So similar it illicits tears. Wha... [read more] |
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How many times will I be forced to beg For attention that's rightfully mine? How long? How long? Must I sit in the dar... [read more] |
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Darkness creeps in with its gift, lightning bugs, And my granddaughter's kisses, her warm gentle hugs. It's so humid and sultry the nights a... [read more] |