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Aug 20
Asking, just asking, how?
Did they let you leave?
Just move on to other things.
Did they not see just what they had?

But I am not their brains or even how they think.
Even, when they lose a good thing.
Yes, they keep asking me, how they let you leave.

But some gifts folks don't know they have.
Until they are alone and feeling sad.
And that when they realize that they were blessed.

Still, I keep hearing how they let you leave.
This what they keep asking me.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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   Thomas W Case
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