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Unfinished Poem
Sometimes I sit and wonder
if this feeling that has me reeling
was ever really real at all...
And do you think that if I thought
I could do it any better than I have
that I could start over?
Oh why, why do you
lift me up so high
just to leave me
so far behind?
And if I cried
would you run and hide
or turn around and
keep me by your side?
