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When He CallsI wish that I could wake and then... Start the day all over again How could a morning become so bad In merely a few hours, I'm left sad Tears just seem to fall today I guess I'm depressed, so they say But soon will come a special time of day When my love wipes all of my tears away So I'll just hold on until it's time And sit here writing prose and rhyme Not watching the clock to still my mind For it ticks so slow and that's unkind Just a few more hours I have left Until I forget these tears I have wept And a gentle smile shall adorn my face When he calls me into his loving embrace ~THE FLOWING PEN~ 2-17-04 - Vote for this poem -
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