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Mar 2014
Pitter patter, pitter patter
the sound of steps or walking chatter
Behind my back in an unpredictable flow
Here she comes; here she goes
Where is she going, I do not know
Unexpectedly she can show
always with my heart and soul

I long for her from time to time
Terrified, she is still in my mind
Sad she is not in my world
Glad I left that crafty girl
Ryan King
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