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Dreaming Of ItThe clouds roll by another day, The sun has begun to hide away. Behind the great mountain to the west. I find myself once again writing alone. My heart hurts and yearns for someone. Life seems to drag along for eternity, when there is no one there to share it with. Laughing seems less exciting and depressing. But, yet again I am here only dreaming of it. and hoping for it. Letting my heart work for joy. D. Cody Herring Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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