If you didn’t know
My special day was 40 years ago
Early morning foggy gray
Rhonda gave birth to Lucy’s baby
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You are to me what I am to you
Honest, Just and True
Between us there are very few
No one in the world treats me as you do
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shining is blinding
glowing is knowing
knowing what is showing
shining is blinding
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There was this kid
Who made it do what it did
Changed then hid
In a place highly coveted
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Why do you love me?
because my skin is so dark and lovely
smooth as silk, very touchy feely
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Why I write?
I write to ease my pains
from the headaches and migrains
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emotions are overflowing
enough to fill an ocean
at this point in life
not knowing where to turn or which bridge to burn
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I have no family
I have no friends
Let me explain
Where do I begin?
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It is done
I am gone
No more fun
Not in a casket
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time is running out
for this old soul
eagerly, rapidly approaching
and nobody knows
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