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I called your number, nobodyís home.
My mind begins to wonder, as I begin to rome.
The answering machine explained,
I left no message, my voice I restrained.

I walked slowly along, as thoughts of you ran thru my mind.
Thinking how lucky I was, and how you were such a great find.
I reminisced of our very first kiss, and how it made me feel.
You just smiled, and acted as if it were no big deal.

As I walked the street that carried me past your house,
I saw you in your window slowly removing your blouse.
Tears welled in my eyes, as I lit my last cigarette.
For their on the shade was another, anotherís silhouette.

Steve E. Poore


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