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Nov 2011
Though seasons pass and years go by,
They will not stop the tears I cry,
And though may fall the gentle rain,
It will not wash away my pain,
And though there may be a tomorrow,
It will not take away my sorrow,
For when you and I became apart,
You took a piece of my broken heart,
I only ask that you give it back,
So I can get my life on track,
And I can somehow heal this broken heart,
And somehow make a brand new start,
I don’t think this is much to ask,
A very simple little task,
So my poor heart can somehow mend,
And I can start to live again.

02-12-10.
This cheerful little number is the seventh of the 67Goat poems...
Alan W Jankowski
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Alan W Jankowski  Parlin, N.J.
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