Sunday, March 13, 2005
Your coming home to me
Just when I think I can't survive another month without seeing you, you let me know that your coming home on leave. I always hoped to hear that but didn't want to be disappointed. You'll be back in my arms in just a couple weeks. I can't wait for the moment I see you. Hopefully that moment will replace the vision of the day you left.
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Hi soldiers life, if you arent his life you should be. I am Mendy. female 47 disabled and depressed, and I live in san antonio tx. I am a closet poet, with a tough exterior and my own biggest critiqe. I wish I had someone that meant so much to me. My hubby and I are together out of conveinence and financial security. He is my very best friend aside from my belved labrador Trouble, and I guess the way i love him is appropriate all things considered. I have a load of opinions and I am a touch unorthodox and often misunderstood. But if you can handle that. I would like to hear some of your angry rants of poetry. Have any from those not so good days?
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