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I Can't Say ItI can't bring myself to say it that one little word, it will never cross these lips the saddest word, I've ever heard. I know you're watching over me I can feel your presence near, your voice echoes in my head with every falling tear. I miss you with all of my heart why did you have to leave so soon? My soul aches for you, Mom 'neath the shining of the moon. Copyright Cynthia Jones June.11/2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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