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And She Called by Marc Caputo February 1, 2007 She knew not why Maybe to stem a cry Maybe a voice inside told her to try. And she called. She knew he'd long to hear her voice that that sounds so dear. And she called. Her mind told her otherwise, but her heart could not disguise her long to hear his voice that sounds so dear. And she called. Her heart fell in despair when she called and he was not there. So she left him a message in hopes that he would caller back as fast as he could. Her heart raced and a smile came across her face. HE called! They talked for a while and made each other smile, but their call was cut short. An end to their consort. She wondered that night should she call again in despite of all that was and will ever be. So until next time my love, my heart, my sweet dove, call whenever because I'll be here forever. Will she call... About the author: 37 year old father of 2. VP of a local home builder. Not sure where this poem came from, but it just hit me on the way home from work one day. I had to pull over and write it down before I lost it. | | | |
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