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Apr 20
When my heart was broken,                                                          ­                
                                                ­                                                                 ­       
    there was a boy who cared                                                            ­                
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   no words were louder spoken,                                                          ­          
                                                                ­                                                    
   than the flowers he shared                                                           ­                     
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  As I cried in my misery,                                                          ­                  
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he waited in the wings                                                            ­                                  
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  Hoping one day he would be,                                                              ­                
                                                ­                                                                 ­     
my all, my everything                                                       ­                                 
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He focused his attention,                                                       ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­       
 and each & everyday,                                                        ­                            
                                    ­                                                                 ­               
he showed his affection,                                                       ­                           
                                                                ­                                                
with a floral bouquet                                                          ­                                  
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But so pained was I                                                                ­                            
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and blinded by hot tears,                                                           ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                             
I closed my swollen eyes,                                                            ­                
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and he then disappeared                                                      ­                                
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 Lately he's been coming back to me,                                                          
   ­                                                                 ­                                  
sometimes in my dreams,                                                          ­                
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                             
I can remember him vividly                                                          ­          
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even though it's longer than it seems                                                            ­        
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He loved me then, now I see                                                              ­                
                                                                ­                                                 
 The boy with the flowers waiting,                                                         ­         
                                                       ­                                                             
for me to love him, patiently                                                        ­      
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                             
                                   ­                                  ,.
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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