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Jul 2016
Him
She laughs at his jokes,
The way she laughs at mine,
Does she see him in me,
Or is she blind,
I see her everyday,
Sun up to sun down,
He's away most of the time,
But, now he's around,
They share a past,
We share today,
Is our future stronger,
Than their yesterday,
Only time will tell,
But, I can't wait,
I feel like a fish,
Caught in the bait.
Peter Joe DiPilato
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Peter Joe DiPilato
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