jenie hart Biography

i am a wonder
i love words
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love for me
you had that love

love me with that love
always
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we cry and cry
pouring a lot of tears
and, the way it downs
having roll on the cheeks
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Near the door
he paused to stand
as he took his classring
off her hand
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As I look outside I see the breeze
Caress the leaves from the trees
And carry them to all around
Gently laid upon the ground
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