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Blinded by the light
Stood outside to stare
Counting clouds in groups of two
If only I were there

Dreams may come in circles
Rounding out the bend
Ovals in a cornered box
Wanting you again

Laughing through the sadness
Easing past the fear
Bandages of cotton call
Wishing you were here

Singles by the double
Threes improve the score
Adding up the right and wrong
Needing you once more

Pens run out of ink
Pencils break their lead
Chalkboards need to be erased
I’ll love you instead

Poems have their verses
Often they do rhyme
It really matters not to me
As long as you are mine