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Apr 2010
Run to me when your worlds not right
I'll meet you halfway
Tell me all that has gone wrong
I want to hear about your day

Come to me when you are glad
And share your joy with me
I will listen with a smile
As your joy I love to see

Place your hand in mine
Whenever you need a friend
And have nothing at all to say
I'll hold yours once again
And quietly I'll stay

My arms are open always for you
Anytime that you need to be held close
And I'll enfold you in their love
As it is what you need the most
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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