| Heathers Poetry Page 5 |
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Love Torn apart from her true love lost again but there was still hope they came together at last to be one the making of two souls unite. Heather Canfield |
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Wierd Thoughts The spinning thoughts in my head What creatures crawl underneath my bed Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb it all adds up to one great sum One Two Three Six Five Four whos that knocking at my door It's a puzzle inside my head it's all a game not to dread. Heather Canfield |
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