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    HIM

    Right now he is probaly geting pissy,
    Wonder if he will even miss me.
    He's proably saying forget her,
    As I walked in and slammed the door.
    I hate it when you do this,
    Now come here and give me a kiss.
    I deserve much better than you,
    They say that were threw.
    But that's not true,
    Because I love you!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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