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Cigarette burning in the ashtray Coffee getting cold Soft music playing on the radio Lazy afternoon Just thinking about you Been such a long..

V alley of the dolls A book I read, a movie I watched L ifetime ago it seems L eft me to wondering how life can be so cruel, so full of pain, so ..

T wo thirty in the morning W onder where you are tonight? O ut on the town and painting it red T wo thirty in the morning H ave your children be..

I find myself shedding lonely tears F or you my love, are no longer here with me I find myself lost in thought tonight as I write this poem N eed..

Heroes I wonder sometimes... What does a hero look like? Does he look like you? Does he look like me? Does he wear a fancy cape? Doe..

Dedicated to my son (Robert) killed by a drunk driver 4/15/07.

(Please don't drink and drive)

My son's life was taken Not so long ago By a drunk driver The pain is still fresh As are the memories Of the funerals Of two wonderf..

I actually enjoyed myself Somewhat today Went fishing with my daughter It was a beautiful spring day Fond memories we made As the c..

(For my son Robert Stephen Krempa 7/31/73-4/15/07) Please don't drink and drive...