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Nov 2012
Walk by my home,
when its wet outside.
Knock on my door
and wait while I prepare myself.
do not run away when I say,
"I dont know anymore."
And wipe the tears and rain,
from my beard.
And say "I still love you now,
and I still loved you then."
Written by
Jacob Dean Yeager  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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   JM
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