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SHE CALLED
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CANDELIGHT POEMS
I hoped she would call.
I wanted that more than anything at the mall.
I was beginning to bawl; looking down
a long, long, long, hall.
I moped around the house like a mouse.
I, around my neck, felt the rope tight; when she called, it would be a delight.
I was at my lowest point; feeling another night gone.
I was about to start begging for the dawn.
I felt I was about the fall.
She called and she was the answer to all.
She was the cure to all pain; like a soft, spring rain.
A big gain in a big football game.
A ding in my head; a great reason to get out bed.
She was a beautiful sight; a real delight.
She came at 7, and I was in heaven.
We had dinner, talked, out and around, we walked.
We danced under the stars; we looked at the moon and Mars.
We had a great time.
She was sweet as a lime.
