WITHOUT YOU

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COUNTRY POEMS



    There will always be rain.  There's will always be pain.

    The sky will always be back.  It will never be blue.  

          What will I do.

       The children could not come out and play.

                      Inside, they would stay.

          Nobody would shop at the stores at the mall.  

  Into bankruptcy they would all fall.

              Children would not go to the playground.  There, they would not be found.  

Sports players would not score.  A fact nobody could ignore.

                                 The sun would not shine.

                                 No, it would not be fine.

                                  The moon would not come out.

                                I would scream and shout.

    It will always be night.  Never will come the day.

                    The children will not play.

                 In me, see, misery and pain will stay.

        A man who's partner is always away.

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