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Dec 2015
The day grows quiet,
time passing slowly
as my day unfolds.

Some days are empty
leaving me possibly
concerned with my daily life.

No matter what the thoughts
of my life that day,
I feel blessed and happy.

Knowing that by
the end of day,
You will be in my arms.
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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