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| "Lost Loves" I ponder over time a trace, The love I lost and put to waste, I should have used on someone kind, And put to rest my troubled mind, But time had come and gone so fast, I did not think to love some one, Would be such a memory for my past, To play, to laugh, to have some fun, Was not to be for years to come, I am with myself so deeply anoid, For I could have filled this empty void, But its too late I know that now, If I could only go back! Some how! By Keith B |
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