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The Course of Life, (or, Driven)
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The Course of Life, (or, Driven) |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Till this day I still can see- The teardrops on your face. I see the sorrow, pain, and grief- Which nothing can erase. It hurt me so to leave you- To saddle up and run... A pity that you can't undo- Wrong-doing, once it's done. I drifted in, a stranger- And somehow won your heart... I really tried to warn you, I was no good from the start... Two helpless leaves upon the wind And driven by it's force, We touched so briefly in our flight- Then went our fated course. So when you stop and think of me- I often think of you... Remember that at least we touched As down life's course we flew. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
John, sound's like a dearJane letter to me. You could compete in PDV's challenge with this. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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