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Ana the ball I may have dropped, Yet my Love for has never stopped, The wrong approach I may have took, But every day for you I still look, Knowin..

Addiction is an endless game, Day after day it's all the same, Walking around the same beat, Looking for a connection on the same street, Negl..

She thinks we'll go out to dine, But I'll serve with candle light and wine, I'll cook steak ..

watching as she plays, Is the highlight of the day, She has no worry, Does everything in a hurry, The toys she will cast, Then run after them rea..

Poetry you say it's not, That's why I call them a thought, Something to work the mind, Yet meaning from them some will find, It's about every day,..

On the Internet I travel around, Looking for the woman not yet found, All the sites want me to pay, But that's prostitution I'd have to say, They ..

Old Glory is tattered and faded, Wearing jeans that are way out dated, Protesting what has come and gone, Plus the war that's going on, The end do..

I heard just a little scream, It was close so it would seem, There was no one around, Yet once again I heard that sound, In an alley is where I sa..

I love the way you hold me each night, And that from under the blanket you peek in the morning light, I Love the easy things you say, As you push m..

She gives just a little wink, It's to me so I think, To approach her I mat try, Even though I am a bit shy, Now the courage I have finally got, Y..