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by Dr.Nick - Not entered

I'll miss the way she used to laugh,
And how she walked the country paths.

 I'll miss the way she held me tight,
On those brisk winters nights.

 I'll miss the way how she let me kiss her,
But now today she does not suffer.

 We didn't see that speeding car,
That came a-rushing from not very far.

 I tried desperately to change her fate,
But by then it was too late.

 I hope the man who hit her feels guilty,
Because I miss the way she used to love me.

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Date created: 1998-02-03 14:46:17
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:58
Poem ID: 48703

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