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A Broken Hearted Day
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poems Values of faith and love fall away
Nothing meanful these days seem to stay
And you seem to run
As if love happened to be a gun
But there I stand and wait
Waiting for that one named fate
They always seem to come and play
Bring with them another broken hearted day.
Michael - I like this poem much, it just flows off of the tongue. Kudos!
SLG