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December 28
by Rebecca Walkins Randle

Its 9:52,
on December twenty-eighth.
Once again, you have perplexed me,
I'm losing track of faith.

I honestly don't know,
where I really stand with you.
Tell me, do you ever wonder
how I'm feeling, too?

My heart and soul are naked now
and though I try to shield them;
you realize your words have strength
and powerfully, you wield them!

To peek inside your head,
there is no price I wouldn't pay.
To glimpse your strategies at work...
watch your thoughts at play.

All this time I should have known,
but my feelings haven't died, they've grown
--from a molehill to a mountain--
--from a trickle to a fountain--

I know that it might be too late,
I should end this argument with fate.
But this date, I must remember--
the twenty-eighth day of December.
        
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Poem ID: 9605   Poem Posted: 1/2/1999
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