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Free Cee As a Wife Waits

AS A WOEFUL WIFE WAITS This is a battle I cannot end i'm searching frantically for a friend i've searched every place where he should be but if he's anywhere in the vicinity he turned into a ghost no one can see this is a fight I want fleetingly to end somehow there must be a way to find my friend what possible explanation could there be for him to simply disappear especially because there's nowhere he should be but here I'm not sure I can make it through this day until I find out why it seems he's run away he has a wife who's worried to the end of her wits and nothing about this puzzle fits why would a man just take off and leave? a godly man who's wife has nothing else to do but cry and grieve where is her beloved as I wonder the same? and he'd better have a good explanation for playing such an unfair game there are two teams and one is frightened to death holding on to hope and holding her breath if it takes all day and night I won't rest until I see his face a man quick to pray, beseech his God and say “grace” i'm looking for one man in the middle of millions of others a man who owes an excuse for holding hostage the breath of his sisters and brothers is he in a pew praying for god to end his turmoil, because my legs are aching and his wife's blood is about to boil where, my brother are you and why haven't you given us a call is there any way for you to explain this all if you're searching for shelter at least tell us where that may be because as of now you've become a ghost no one can see and so I'll sit here praying in this one horrid place waiting to hear your voice or to see your face you're wife is hurting beyond comprehension so tell me, how can a man of god cause his wife such ungodly tension © 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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