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DON'T SAY THAT
. . . I did nothing just for you
the dexterity of the mean
is that I did more than you knew
or ever could have seen!
I didn't care for you
or miss you ~ now and then
I cried inside, so silently
so as to not offend!
I wasn't there just for you
the hours I could contend
that lasted year upon the year
with heartaches, still to mend!
I couldn't love you more
or want to be your friend,
or only nuture when I get
while giving, I distend!
Our time is runing low
togetherness not glean
but say our worth of friendship grows
with nothing in between!
. . . considerations flow
is beckoning ne'er again
but say hope's filling, row on row
is still resolves ascend!
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