Getting Out Of My Own Way
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I thought I heard footsteps
I hoped it was you I thought a heard a knock I hoped it was you I heard a car door I hoped it was you I heard the mailbox I hoped it was from you I saw the curtains move I hoped it was you I felt the phone start to ring I hoped it was you I miss you 9/06 Vote for this poem |
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