If I could have a dollar for every heart I've broken,
a quarter for every word ever left unspoken,
a dime for every other needless tear shed,
and a penny for every night I lay awake in bed,
I'd be a very rich girl, but wherein lies my plight;
none of this earned expense would help me sleep at night.
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Comme tojours, Apprecier.
KytKitsune
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oooooo, i like this poem very much, you indeed would be rich, but alas no sleep would come. well written it is, keep up the good work.
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