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I miss it, The thing that ticks. Oh no wait, The thing that switches on, And make the click sound. I miss the terror of the night, The comfort that lays on my bedside. I miss the rain, Being drench in the water creating the perfect scene. I miss the cool layers of an ice cream, I lick it once and its mouth-watering, I lick it again, And it sooth me. I miss the blistering sunny day, Just a drive, Or to have karaoke, Making it the perfect beach day. Then I miss the missing, In total absolute awe of the thought, Although I ‘m missing right now. I’m missing the part of me, That yearns for a delicious touch, Maybe then Santa Clause will bring me some luck. © Robyn Neymour
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC
I Miss Missing (I)
I miss it, The thing that ticks. Oh no wait, The thing that switches on, And make the click sound. I miss the terror of the night, The comfort that lays on my bedside. I miss the rain, Being drench in the water creating the perfect scene. I miss the cool layers of an ice cream, I lick it once and its mouth-watering, I lick it again, And it sooth me. I miss the blistering sunny day, Just a drive, Or to have karaoke, Making it the perfect beach day. Then I miss the missing, In total absolute awe of the thought, Although I ‘m missing right now. I’m missing the part of me, That yearns for a delicious touch, Maybe then Santa Clause will bring me some luck. © Robyn Neymour
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robyn-neymour
35/F/Bahamian
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC
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