Dean Wandersee Poems

I imagine the smell of your sweet perfume
As I wander aimlessly from room to room
I sit alone in this empty house
Wishing only to hold my spouse
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Because Gods love for a dust made creature
He sent his only son to be our teacher
We sentenced him to death
Yet were saved with his last breath
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My best friend is leaving for war today
Family ask why and beg him to stay
Duty and Honor he replies
With a slight glisten in his eyes
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'Love you Daddy' she says to me
My little girl whose not yet three
Want to make this time last
Your growing up way too fast
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