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walk of shame by Barbara GriffithThere has always been rain.
All these months we've never seen
the sunshine.
All these months we've never had the warmth
gently curling our lips into sweet simple smiles
and kisses.
I would have liked to Spring with you.
I would have liked to see you Summer.
Instead we only have the rain pattering on the
dark, dirty road. My walk of shame. 03/25/2006 Author's Note: PG
Posted on 03/25/2006 Copyright © 2026 Barbara Griffith
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