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Promises

Playing all the games that adults seem to play I don't think I can take it anymore It's hard to say I love you and look into your eyes When I'd rather be walking out that door How can you be so foolish? How can you be so blind? How can you keep believing that there is still a lot of time Faith just doesn't cut it when you're trying to get by And promises don't mean a thing when your dreams begin to die. Written in March 1983

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Date: 8/27/2008 4:43:00 PM
enjoyed reading this great piece you do have a gift of writing poetry.
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