sitting here

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    sitting here

    sitting here with nothing to do but close my eyes and think of you
    your smile was bright your eyes would shine , i'd forever be proud to call you mine.
     but now all i see is a cloud of gray i wish you was here like yesterday

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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