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Mark St.Amant Poem
Sleepless nights and holding hands,
Makes me think these nights soon planned,
And in planning found friendship, best wishes,
and let not be forgot, goodnight kisses,
To help move these feet day by day,
but know in not knowing they move me your way,
to your empty hand, made full but not of past,
and help this Dreamer sleep at last.
Copyright © Mark St.Amant | Year Posted 2007
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Mark St.Amant Poem
Time slows, but not to a stop,
all the time we watch the clock,
while talking, a laugh, then brief pause,
then at last we find the cause,
when smiles fade and lips draw a line,
a chance appears to stop the time,
and in this time and chance we take,
the hammer falls and clocks we break.
Copyright © Mark St.Amant | Year Posted 2007
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