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Nov 2011
Many a days have passed
Since our eyes met last,
My heart you have, still
Don’t let go,
Don’t drag me along,
Mud, muck and leaves,
Scratched up knees,
Am I doing this to myself?
Am I rolling through,
Or is it you?
Don’t let go,
Lift me higher,
I want you,
You made me smile,
You made me laugh,
With you, I sweat joy
I cried happy,
Mud, muck and leaves,
Pick me back up please.
Written by
Julie S
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