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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Late

I love you but don't ever say it
You are gone and I wish you were here
It's 3:00 in the morning
Too early for coffee, too late for beer

You said you would call but you didn't
Should I worry or leave you alone
I know that I must drive you crazy
But I woke up and you were not home

Robert
2011

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