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May 2010
I can’t say I don’t care because I do,
But somehow where I need to be is without you,
You say I’m cold, tell me I’m a shrew,
It couldn’t stop what I already had to do.
I can’t believe you never had a clue,
Didn't understand those times that were few.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin
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