Poems
- December 28, 2008
The Things I Miss Most
Warmth embrace
Tickles and giggles
Childish fights and tantrums
Loud voices that fill the house
These are the things I miss most
When you are not here
Warmth embrace
Tickles and giggles
Childish fights and tantrums
Loud voices that fill the house
These are the things I miss most
When you are not here
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