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Dec 2012
Miss you when the sun shows up
Miss you when it's time to sup
Miss you when I take a walk
Miss you when I want to talk
Miss you all around the clock
Miss you when it's time to rock!

Miss your body in my bed
Miss you ******* with my head

Why is it, I keep asking . . . Why?
It's so dam hard to say good bye .  . .
Even just for 10 short days
Of missing movies, meals and plays . . .

Then The answer rings out clear
It's Christmas time; a time for cheer!
A time to sing; to share a beer,
A time to draw your loved one near.

And therein lies my problem dear
The answer ringing loud and clear

You're far away; at least a day
I wish you'd come; I wish you'd stay
But wishing isn't my forte

Cuz dreams are dreams
That cut the air
With tears and fears
That see their share

Of wanting things
That are not there
This began as a funny poem that quickly turned into a pity party of one
Written by
Donna Sheppard  Vancouver, Canads
(Vancouver, Canads)   
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