"Mets"
It is a terrible thing that has hold of my man.We did not see it coming.
The shock rocked our little world.
We mad changes,
Accepted what had to be done,
And carried "the terrible thing" with us everywhere.
In a year or so, it was supposed to be over.
All better now !
No more long days of torture in a strange place.
No more pain and fear of having no more tomarrows
Together.
The vicious circle we were caught up in
Would finally have an end.
I would have my man back,
It would be over.
All better now !
It's a terrible thing that has hold of my man...
AGAIN !
9/15/09
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