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Author:  larry larry
E-mail:  larrymoore@cebridge.net
Date:  5/21/2013 7:47:35 AM
Subject:  The Wait
Message:  THE WAIT

Now it begins, we huddle in line.
You pray for yours, I pray for mine.
We pray for each other, some of us kneel.
God, if you’re listening, show us You’re real.

Emotions are mixing, mainly they’re numb.
As close to Hell, as I’ve ever come.
People are searching, as sun looks for night.
I’d battle the world, if I knew who to fight.

Why can’t I even, remember her face?
Did I kiss her this morning, give a loving embrace?
Was she wearing the pink bow, that makes her face beam?
I can stand it no longer, I frantically Scream!

I feel arms around me, see faces of tears.
Folks, just like me, try calming my fears.
No words exchanged, just the same common bond.
A fairly tale princess , with a life giving wand.

Hours pass slowly as we huddle in line.
You pray for yours, I pray for mine.
We pray for each other, calm, the winds blow.
God if you’re listening, she has a pink bow.

ldm/ 5-20-2013



 The Wait by larry larry  at 5/21/2013 7:47:35 AM
 Re: The Wait by Ronsongz at 5/21/2013 1:55:14 PM
 Re: The Wait by larry larry at 5/21/2013 2:35:53 PM
 Re: The Wait by Ronsongz at 5/21/2013 3:19:02 PM
 Re: The Wait by Ronsongz at 5/21/2013 3:20:29 PM

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