Tanya Rose Poems

I went out upon a winter night journey-
I didn't arrive back until the delivery from a summer misted morning-...
I wasn't for sure what I was searching out-
All I knew is that Id soon find out-and at that time would know without a doubt~~
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Blue jean lady Indiana baby-

-You cant just lay me-
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I thought I was over you, but when I caught a glipse of you
Only then is when I knew- no...no Im not over you!
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So this is me- this is me........
so this IS............me
so......this is me
Yeah..yeah ..........So - T-h-is- is - me
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I know where to draw the line

most times
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