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My Broken Wing

I cry a bucket of tears for the father I never knew he created me out of the blue. I wonder if he knew when I was due, But reasured through the heavens I was true blue. I'm sure he was as sensitive as you know who, "I never knew you" but I still grive over you. I know in my heart you would have been able to heal my broken wing. That's how I escape my childhood dreams as your always with me and my broken wing.

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John Rhinem

Date: 3/4/2009 7:25:00 AM

Keep writing from such as this treasure filled place~"Your Soul!!"~"Love and Warmth Always To You and Your Loves, John!":)~"Have A Very Beautiful Day!"~Bye:)

John Rhinem

Date: 3/4/2009 7:23:00 AM

Good Morning Cheryl~My talented and new found friend! This seems like a sad, yet hopeful write to some extent dear lady! Sad, because of the seeming lose of Your father; perhaps at a very young age; if even born at all? Hopeful, because thoughts of him possibly watching over and being there with You~may have been moments of comfort and strength for Yourself throughout the years of Your life!!? Excellent display of heart and soul here Cherly!....cont....