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It was a windy day
Although the sky looked calm
I heard “we all have to talk,”
from the lips of my mom

I sunk into the couch
As I wondered how come
I was being punished
For something I hadn’t done

I started to cry
But it wasn’t from fear
I simply did not understand
what was happening here

Two different bus routes
Separate blankets and beds
They still love each other
But just want to be friends

I may be a cynic
Hell, I might just be rude
But can a divorce
Change my whole attitude?

You grow and you learn
But you never forget
Those things taken for granted
Now soaked in regret

When I think back in time
Which often I do
I stare straight in the mirror
And I see something new

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The following comments are for "Rebirth"
by woalook100

Nicely done - though a common theme perhaps. You have the chops but a little more attention from you would be good. Don't be afraid to delve deeper- expand and explore a bit more- find some uniqueness in writing of the event.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: June 14, 2010 )

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