Ruth Rutledge Poems

The time has flown, oh where did it go,
when no gray hair, or wrinkles did show?

Just smooth firm skin, so soft to the touch.
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I look at her eyes as bright as the sun.
The hate builds up, because I know she has won.

He's with her now and could be with me,
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He called me on the telephone.
All day he wouldn't leave me alone.
His calls kept coming and emails too.
He said I really can't wait to meet you.
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