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BABE

These words once pressed upon my heart not rest upon this page.
First written with tears of joy, now again with tears of sorrow.
From the love of my yesterday to the emptiness of tomorrow,
They are nothing less than my true feelings,
Nothing more that the ideals found in my dreams,
How sad I am that what I once believed to be true love,
Was nothing but an illusion I shall always grieve over.
The words of this page have taken me from a lonely man,
To the happiest days of my life, and to my greatest sorrow.
For this babe I have to thank you.
O God, I’ve turned the page.

Thomas N Kirkpatrick
2001

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