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When I Think Of YouWhen I think of you My heart holds a smile, I miss you, so very much Haven't talked to you in a while. Days still go by When I think of you, I've missed you Dad My soul feels so blue. It's been almost three months Since you have passed away, I still think of you With each passing day. When I think of you Tears fall now and then, But, what bothers me most We'll never get the chance to chat again. Copyright Cynthia Jones Sept.11/2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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