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HER VOICE

Her voice Was no longer a child's How could it be? Seventeen years had passed Now it's a sultry message On my answering machine And I'm only a stranger Who left her crying By a white limousine Holding a pink rose Which was all we had left Besides the memory

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Date: 4/4/2025 6:49:00 PM
Aww, this is heartbreaking yet touching. Great write!
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William HAYNES
Date: 4/4/2025 9:59:00 PM
I'm going to try posting some of my recent poems and rants let the pieces fall where they may fall
Date: 4/2/2025 1:05:00 AM
So Nice. I am charmed. Blessings. Have Good Days.
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William HAYNES
Date: 4/2/2025 4:48:00 PM
thank you, Anisha
Date: 3/24/2025 11:16:00 PM
Touching write William. Michael
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William HAYNES
Date: 3/26/2025 9:52:00 AM
It was written for the sister of a woman I knew that died.

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