Amy Cummings
Almost every day I think of you,
My sweetheart all the time.
You are that special someone,
Can’t live without your chime.
Underneath the oak tree,
Morning noon or night.
My Amy Cummings sits,
I think of her tonight.
Nothing can come between us,
Goodness fills are hearts,
Still I stop and ask myself,”” why are we still apart”””
Copyright © Craig Munn | Year Posted 2015
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