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Missing You

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Oh, how I’ve longed
For this glorious day
When I hear the ding-dong
Of the doorbell in early May.

You’re finally back!
I jump and shout.
With you around,
I no longer pout.

But, as soon as you came
You now have to go
Isn’t it sad?
In fact, it’s worse than stubbing your toe.





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