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I miss you. While reading Wordsworth in the sun, those woven words I would have spun, I wonder if you're having fun? and still I miss you. Three words I swore I wouldn't say, for they give all the game away though now I have no hand to play yet still I miss you. I wish that you were with me now you made the best of me somehow caused me to laugh at every row and so I miss you. I wonder what you did today and if you're happier this way? Or do you think of me and say sometimes I miss you. No other words can quite convey that part of each and every day is yours. The only thing I pray is not to miss you.
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Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
I Miss You
I miss you. While reading Wordsworth in the sun, those woven words I would have spun, I wonder if you're having fun? and still I miss you. Three words I swore I wouldn't say, for they give all the game away though now I have no hand to play yet still I miss you. I wish that you were with me now you made the best of me somehow caused me to laugh at every row and so I miss you. I wonder what you did today and if you're happier this way? Or do you think of me and say sometimes I miss you. No other words can quite convey that part of each and every day is yours. The only thing I pray is not to miss you.
(c) kath otoole september 2010.
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kath-otoole
English
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
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