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Monday, January 24, 2011

A poem for my short story that is coming...

Waiting for the clock,
To begin to mock-
As I sit at the dock
Trying not to be in shock
Sitting and working here
Needing no emotions of cheer
I believe it all came in clear
When I heard him call me "Dear"
Now i dont know
I think it was all for show-
Perhaps pretty low,
For him to let me go.
But there are
and the possibility of Forever.

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