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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 24, 2011 22:43:58 GMT -5
The years have come and gone Sneaking up like a predator And yet I have a lone regret Tugging at my heart, Making me toss and turn in the night.
I never got to meet you Was it really your life for mine, Or just a cruel twist of fate That you were snatched up And me the survivor.
I imagine your face, Would you be tall, brunette, green eyes Full of a life that never got to be lived. Would we get along? Be as close as brother and sister could, Protecting and caring for each other.
One day I will see you, In His Kingdom, if life permits. My angel, my brother, I love you, though we never met.
-Deirdre McCann. November 25th, 2011. I don't think I have to explain what this one is about...
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 24, 2011 22:48:50 GMT -5
OMB. Beautifully said. RIP. ~Jenny
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 24, 2011 22:49:32 GMT -5
What's OMB?
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 24, 2011 22:51:35 GMT -5
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....um, well, you know what OMG is? Well, I say OMB...long story....message me and I'll tell you
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 24, 2011 22:52:50 GMT -5
Okay.
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Post by celticbear on Nov 25, 2011 22:11:19 GMT -5
Dee! What a sad and beautiful poem!
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