You were in my arms for the shortest time
But life with you was mighty fine
Now your gone from my warm embrace
you've left in my pocket a weightless space
I can only hope that in days ahead
you'll find the shelter of a snug wee bed
Then make your way to the lost and found
till you return to me all safe and sound.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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