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Sixteen YearsSixteen years today You've let me into your heart, God, brought our souls together Never meant to be apart. I miss you, when you're gone All I do, is pace the floors, Feel complete, once again When you walk through the door. I don't care about money Or the presents, it may buy, All I can say to you Is I'm happy to be by your side. Copyright Cynthia Jones Apr.13/2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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