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Into The Mist Of TimeOh! How I wished you were here, my heart cries out for you in the middle of the night. If only I knew where you were, I would run to you and never again let you out of my loving sight. To hold you again just one more time, that would make my life forever rhyme. Age has robbed us, our love will never have a chance to rhyme for it has vanished into the mist of time. Jackie R. Kays Copyright…2004 Vote for this poem
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