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Jim Has Blue Eyes Flecked with Gold
Jim has blue eyes flecked with gold;
Dark-haired handsome, rock-like good.
Marriage hid him, as it should,
Until his love ran cold.
He lived only down the street.
I was married, so was he.
But when divorces left us free,
We found the chance to meet.
Now we're both far happier
Than either ever was before.
Through suffering we found the door
That opened to each other.
We'll always feel, of course, the pain.
Divorce cannot but make one bleed.
But in that pain there lay a seed
That soon would bloom again. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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| ummm |
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| Name: Reid | 2009-09-20 |
| This doesnt have a very good meaning... |
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