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I Miss You
I miss you, mom I miss all those chances where we could have had fun The times where we could have sat down and gotten our nails done To chat about school drama or the economy I miss every time you called me to your bed to talk to me and praise me Even though…
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The Greener Grass
You will be gone soon I will watch as I have to jump across the fence Out of your sullen, dark field of misery The brownish blades of grass too tired to keep standing The clouds covering the sky without a silver lining I must jump across the white, picket fence and catch a few…
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Words Of a Feather 