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By mitzi Date: 2003 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.13.21.08.10354]] |
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Call me Libby For I carry a torch Wonder if he sees it When hes driving by? Lighting up his southern sky I chose to be alone No more waiting by the phone It stopped ringing long before Knowing he will never come Became easier to accept than Wondering when he would appear Sounds odd I know But it's just me and the torch Here safely on my porch Burning bright Warning ships in the night Go back, go back Its not safe here In my harbor Its jagged Worn with time Should have seen it In her prime Polished, new fearless She was quite the harbor But alas no more Past uses have left her worn Tired with time She retires to her room For another sleepless night Dreaming of ships she missed In the night |