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[title] => My Dimming LightHouse
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[bodytext] => Whispers always whispers Cramming My brain Share the good times and be of good faith Let your heart be humble and accept the ways of this world Knowing One can not change the Depths of Peoples Minds Of things they just can"t see Staring out the window and watching the Cars from atop my High Sky Scraper I wonder what the other folks do And how they spend their days How many have been blessed with a good home And the caring of others That make so much of their Lives Complete Just that certain constant Little Whispering That comes every Now and again. Those Haunting Sad ful memories of what seemed so long ago A growing Love and Caring that was simply thrown away No real reason ever given No rewards or extra pay Just a lonly heart that is still beating Wishing there was away. Of being with you just once more. That very first day our eyes met and we knew it was true. But as time turned Over You began to change. Secerts became a weapon And Doubts never arose in the mind Emotions ran High And we tried so very Hard. But it didnt turn out that way. Now I watch the dots down below and I dream I know which one You are. I imigine you well and Happy as Hell. But as fate would have it Its not that case at all. My slowly dimming Light house Has No one at all. Whisper [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Whisper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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