Why do you have this hold on me? 
It really isn't fair
I miss you each and every day
I really shouldn't care.
                
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A refined poetic imagination, Charles Wiles. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

 
                     
                
I think of you when driving home And riding morning trains.- - - - - - - - - atmospheric detail that adds so much