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By Mack Submitted by toon Date: 2003 Apr 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.15.18.56.31967]] |
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I use to remember the phone Ring and it was you your voice with a beautiful sing words strong enough to sting. Somethings i will miss like the taste of your kiss. The list can go on and on but no need to because your heart is gone. Love as peaceful as a dove but pride we couldnt rise above. My words for us is descending so this poem i write needs to come to a ending. Mack Toon |