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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The day you hurt your head The Second time ill in bed Your face a shade of gray the scars now here to stay The week you spent in hospital The surgery they said was vital Another bout of chicken pox And all the cuts and bruises go bright blue I worried about you then I worry when i do not know whether you are ill or well Its just a part of another days show The first time you went away Without your voice to make me sway all along you laugh and sing oblivious to the bees harshest sting But i worry enough for both of us Through autumn summer winter and spring dont last But I worry most of all that you'll forget and your love for me will pass The very deep did rot: O Christ! |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Whose love could pass for one who writes like you? Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
and through every season, we always worry about those we love....we just can't help it, I guess Kathleen Blake |
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DawnG
since 2000-06-23
Posts 1494United States |
Yes we do worry about those we love. Great write. |
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latin passion Senior Member
since 2001-04-26
Posts 576 |
no one could forget spring, fall, summer and winter. For each season brings with afresh start. I could not forget. Fret not sir walter.LP |
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