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David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
Poems of David Harris
| 2741. | Why Is It? | 8/16/2008 |
| 2742. | Why Is This Happening to Me? | 10/16/2007 |
| 2743. | Why Me? | 8/16/2008 |
| 2744. | Widow’s Warf | 4/26/2008 |
| 2745. | Will | 9/6/2008 |
| 2746. | Will I Look Again | 12/29/2008 |
| 2747. | Will The Real David Harris Please Stand Up | 3/5/2009 |
| 2748. | Will The Words Come Back? | 7/13/2009 |
| 2749. | Will You Be There | 10/6/2009 |
| 2750. | Willingly | 5/31/2008 |
| 2751. | Wilting Flowers | 1/15/2011 |
| 2752. | Window Dressing | 10/20/2007 |
| 2753. | Windswept | 8/3/2011 |
| 2754. | Wings Of The Wind | 10/4/2010 |
| 2755. | Wings Of Yesterday | 11/21/2009 |
| 2756. | Winter Must Be Cold With No Memories | 3/30/2008 |
| 2757. | Winter’s Morn | 2/13/2011 |
| 2758. | Wisdom | 5/22/2011 |
| 2759. | Wish Away | 4/17/2013 |
| 2760. | Wish You Were Alone | 12/18/2008 |
Faded Love Letters
An old shoe box under the bed,
filled with mementoes of years gone by.
Faded love letters stained with tears,
I used to cry.
They tell of the joy I knew one spring,
of laughter and fears.
And of the love we said would remain,
throughout our growing years.
The spring is gone and so are you;
