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Along the sidewalk
crosses stuck in to the ground...
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795, an Ode to Mom and Dad
If I could turn back the calendar...
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It starts as a low rumble off in the distance!
The sound of heavens horses approaching...
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I, along with your father
created your soul, it took...
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Inside I have an urgent need to hug. . .
She knows this time I shouldn’t need to ask...
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the roses in your cheeks faded
changing colour...
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Teetering on the brink.
Effervescent emotions bubble and break...
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Twisted crumpled sheets,
Duvet kicked to the floor...
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hearts
are broken...
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now it savours
wetness, like dew...
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Happiness is a possession
Our joyiful ways...
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So the sun’s not coming for me
I didn’t expect it to...