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Lisa Killham Poem
My hero ; my savior, my saint, my friend,
you come to my call to chase away the bad
and make me feel safe, I've never felt so safe
as I do in your arm the security the knowing
nothing will go wrong so here I am safe in
your loving arms thank you my hero
Copyright © Lisa Killham | Year Posted 2011
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Lisa Killham Poem
What a terrible thing;
to not know whos behind you
or followings down the street an
alley, or old country road, to not
feel safe when I'm all alone to feel
like someone is outside my just waitin
to jump in, To have that erie feeling that
someone is always watching waitin just for
for you just waitig to get in the fear of unknowing
Copyright © Lisa Killham | Year Posted 2011
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Lisa Killham Poem
what is my reason for being.......
is it to be your one & only ; a mother; your
lover; a worker; something special; someone
new and fresh; maid; a servent; a short order
chef; your angel; to live one day at a time; all
that I am and more; all of the above or perhasps
something more
What is my reason..........
Copyright © Lisa Killham | Year Posted 2011
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