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To think

Some time we should stop and think,
instead of wondering why our life does stink.
It seems in the same waves we are caught,
and not ever learn the lessons we are taught.

In ourself we must believe,
otherwise love we will always leave.
In nothing we will ever trust,
and our feelings will begin to rust.  

There will come a time,
when love won't be kind.
Our heart will always be locked,
with the path to it will be blocked.

And no matter how hard we try,
we will only be able to cry.
And as we look back,
we try to remember when we got off track.

@all rights  reserved 2012 George Platt


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