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YOU (POETRY)

 You

April 2nd, 2004

Waling through a field of gold.
Thinking about you.
Should've done what my instincts told,
now I don't know what to do.
To me, silver & gold he gave -
but I wanted more. 
I didn't want anything save
that you'd walk back through the door.
*Totally awesome. Can't wait to put in an electric guitar!*


((Anything with an asterisk at the end of these are notes I had originally paired with the poems. Yes, I critiqued my own work even back then - and always put in Post-It reminders when it came to musical additions.))



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