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Mar 2013
I could leave it all behind.
But, it wouldn't be so fun
to watch you suffer or whine.
I never think my work will be done.

Looking towards the sky
for nothing at all.
Just thinking I may be a lucky guy
to be with someone who is such a doll.
Written by
David Walker  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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