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Our Memories of Each Other

Our Memories of Each Other Why must I beg to borrow so much sorrow? When happiness will wait for me tomorrow For more forgiveness forever have to plea Remove my sorrow and no longer will see. Sorrow came back to haunt me each day Replace it with happiness has to be a way God, please show me which way and how Happiness can have again here and now. I shall miss my happiness and am sincere Will wish it was close and constantly here Came day by day so sorrow could pass by And I love you endlessly until day I do die. When I die your memory brought with me And it the other angels had started to see Much happiness my memory did contain Goodness on earth left for others to gain. On God's green earth my love remains All His pleasures replaced earth's pains Upon her he never does bring any despair Memory of me remains with her there. Some people away their souls have sold But my love forever I will have and hold Who is lovely with such a sweet face so fair God made her each essence beyond compare. James Serious Sometimes Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC

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Date: 1/29/2016 1:27:00 AM
this is...fantastic, great James, the couplets have a soft bleeding heart
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Date: 1/29/2016 6:02:00 AM
WS, I even get goose pimples and tears in my eyes each time I do read it. Jim Horn
Date: 1/28/2016 10:36:00 PM
So Very lovely James..
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Date: 1/29/2016 6:14:00 AM
Haye you ever shared a ceremony With Upma Sharma one and only Sure seems so nice to be around Am glad that her I have found. Jim Horn
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Date: 1/29/2016 6:04:00 AM
Sharma Karma, I even get goose pimples and tears in my eyes each time I do read it. Had to repeat same thing twice. I could not think of a better way of putting it. Jim Horn

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