beverly-callahan

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NightOh night, that time when nothing alludes us.. / when we think about the past, present, future, and everything in between.... / the time where the blackness refuses to be quiet,

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Aug 16, 2011

A Poem to DadOne fateful day he was taken away, / Not to be seen again, / We know who's choice it was,

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Aug 16, 2011

Just SomethingYou meet me and think I’m nice / others meet me and think me mean / Sometimes I wonder why can’t I be both in someone’s eyes

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Aug 16, 2011

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