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Yet to Be
by Joe CramerShe sweetly says my name
In a way that makes me smile.
I never feel the same,
Laughing all the while.
I long to see her, her sweet face,
Her softest smile, I long to see.
It's as if time does not erase,
The memory of what is yet to be. 05/25/2009 Author's Note: ... I like the way you say my name......
Posted on 05/25/2009
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
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