Forget About Those 3 Small Words Poem by Kelly Voaden

Forget About Those 3 Small Words

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He'll never buy me flowers, or sweep me off my feet.
He'll call maybe once a day, and I'll see him once a week.
It's about the things that I don't see, the changes he makes for me.
At least that's what I tell myself, to keep me on my seat

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