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Her Fragrance Still LingersThe scent of her perfume Lingers in the night time air, As he holds her picture close to his heart And dreams of her golden hair. God called her home One late stormy night, His heart still broken in two As he is filled with such fright. A drunk driver Had taken her life, Filled his soul With sadness and strife. Her fragrance still lingers In the night time air, His tears creep slowly down his face She'll forever be in his prayers. Copyright © Cynthia Jones July.1/2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments |
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