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Nov 2015
You can't count all the times I've missed you so.
The thrill of your touch again tonight.
And me not wanting to let you go.
When will I see you again?
Why should I care?
You only see me when someone else isn't there.
I know your restless,
Not ready to settle,
Not yet.
But when your ready you'll fall in my net.
Because I'll always be there when someone turns you down.
I guess you could say,
I'm your funny little clown.
People point out your bad,
But I only see good.
If only they knew you like I do,
They would.
Because I love you.
Not crazy about you all the time.
But in my heart I'm true.
So when your low I'm always around.
Just come running back to your funny little clown.
Written by
John michalski  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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