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I’m growing fonder

I must lament

Of this guy I cared none

Who now has my wishes spent



He was so immature

Through the first and second

And with the third would be

The same I reckoned



Third times a charm

A charm this third was

For when we began again

Past memories became fuzz



He’s grown so much

He’s matured greatly

Beyond what I thought he could

And’ve been vastly wrong lately



Now someone I’d want to be with

He has transformed into

And with these new found characteristics

I don’t know what will ensue



There once lived this small crush

That was soon all a flush

But rekindled again

Neither knowing just when

All coming back in a rush



That’s how I feel

From this old flame

That died long ago

But still does remain



My systole’s screwed

Trying to conclude

What caused all this mess

Where I never progress

And get me out of this brood





Inspired by: Raymond Jospeh Pariseau

Dedicated to: Emmett Carlos Wayne Hudson

Created on: October 27, 200 – 23:19