As I Think of You
As I sit and think,
I think of you,
And all your pain.
I think of your tears,
And your fears,
Fears we understood,
Fears we shared.
How we all cared…
I still can’t believe you’re gone.
April 4, 1995
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Mary Ann's Poems
Thơ caPoems I have written The cover art is an original painting that I did years ago.
