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Never the Same
by Joe CramerI wait for a phone call that does not come,
Searching for something more in my day.
Somehow things come around,
It's never really the same.
I sit around waiting, waiting for more,
In the waiting I find such a solace.
The phone does not ring,
My heart is yet to sing.
So I just sit quietly in this place,
This early morning that I adore.
The morning is never held to blame,
So many times I wonder what will be found,
What will eventually come my way.
In the interim, I am undone. 12/06/2009 Posted on 12/06/2009
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