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    why

    why did I really say
    I miss you-love you?
    that wasnt' me....
    I said it 3 phone calls.
    Not me....it wasn't me.
    Love, my father shows
    through complete devotion...
    Love, real love, my brother and sil shows-
    complete and frequent support
    when needed.
    I love you-miss you....to a man who doesn't consider my feelings
    important.
    I love you-miss you--
    that must mean:
    I want to go home,
    not love him-miss him.
    that is common knowledge,
    isn't it?

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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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