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carolinabeen Member
since 2006-12-12
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-not just a day- I LOVE the fact that days have passed maybe just not mine I LOVE the fact it's another just not mine my Mother hopes and dreams still it's no other day to me still i hope and dream I laugh and scream I jump when you say but it's a different day a great day the only one i know i'm mesmerized terroroized by just one day it's mine today my self prays I sing I SING because it was my day I wanted to play the bar because I prayed Because I played the only other that could she laughed and laid smashed and stayed because it was my day he chanced a dance just for her a romance and dance just for her because my day yes my day because we were to be she made me, she slaved through me and before me she had a way, no other way but she had me had her way before me because we know that day of me because me she had a tray one shining glance before disarray she still had me there is no better no chance of let her she still had me I am because she did have a day what a day a wonderous day that I barely know isn't a day still she almost had you at go we almost missed the show the blow, the show you know I LOVE the fact that days have passed and what MORE could you ask as you read plead beg for more just one more pray mebbe a day just one more shining glance and oh, the romance my slipped up trance just a lil' hope hope still and so much because of me not lightly not even a chance if we cannot dance before I ruined your day just one other way eyes so blue they make you cry i still do for cries so true and to see them is not just another day J.L. Koehler To My MOM |
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