R.G McKinley Poems

 I should quiet my tongue to uttering of love so grand.
My head so low as I draw lines in the sand.
My family is gone and the day is longer still.
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It came to be on such a day,
To see shadows nevermore to rise,
Softly spoken kinder words;
These are uttered closely before my eyes.
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Clear eyed doll faced lover girl blue,
Taken down the darkened lanes where;
Few of us saw you and less adored you.
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