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Sometimes late at night as I lock up
and turn out the lights,
A fleeting thought sweeps over me
A sweet thought of where you might be.
Are you home lying close to your wife
or out somewhere in the dark of night?
If I called your number whose voice
would I hear; your sweet drawl
or her so near.
If I drove by your house on a summer's day
Would you be there and wave on the way?
Would you stop and remember too the
"69" Mustang that last year of school..
Would your mind drift back to the
sweet summer pines;
and the promises made
Both yours and Mine.
The letters written "with love" were signed.
No if for a second it crossed your mind,
It would swiftly leave perhaps with a tear.
I had you four months; she's had you 30 years.
Kathalise Martin
May 21, 1999
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