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EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER
Although Spring's roses were red,
I was feeling low and blue,
Then I still missed your smile--
Did you long to see me, too?
Although you promised to write
Before you drove far away,
I received no word from you--
I watched and waited each day.
Now the newspaper is well read,
And I'm far past feeling blue,
My writing paper is plain white--
Minus any sad words about you!
10-05-2005 (for HRW)
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