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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Little Princess</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Little Princess<br>Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Thursday, January 6,2011, @ 11: 33 AM</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I just don’t know her any more<br>For my very heart and soul she tore<br>I thought that I would’ve been there to watch her grow older<br>I use to once carry her on my shoulder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was so beautiful that she would stop traffic<br>She and I were cut from the same fabric<br>She was her own worst critic<br>Everything she took so drastic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A drama queen like most little girls<br>She was my very own string of pearls<br>How she hated when we’d walk from her school<br>To be seen with me now would be too uncool</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Picked her up from school when she felt sick<br>Yes she was the outsider and the maverick <br>Never she was the prudent skeptic<br>Her smile were never plastic </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Told her back then in herself to believe <br>I suppose I was foolish and somewhat naive<br>Days of old truly magic<br>She was my music and I the lyric</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christmas we’d eat Achee, salt fish, and with fried dumplings<br>Boiling Easter eggs and carving up pumpkins<br>Tuesdays were the days for fish and chips<br>Ketchup and Tatar sauce we used as dips</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day came so tragic <br>Lost her love for reasons defying logic<br>In a dream it came to me but I’m not psychic<br>So from there on she started to panic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She never fit into any click<br>She was always that outside chick<br>She once use to get so very carsick<br>She the beauty so classic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sweet it was when she sang “Dreaming Of You”<br>Selena Quintanilla-Pérez and Shania Twain songs too<br>Each time I hear her voice as a baby I cried<br>Reaching out to her I’ve truly tried</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she was born I first held her in my arms<br>Sheltered and protected her from all life’s harms<br>How I long to hold her once again<br>So these words I commit to pen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thinking back to way back when<br>I shed a tear again and again<br>I cannot rescue her from the pain<br>So I sit a cuss the rain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even though I had lost her mother<br>In front of her I would never put another<br>I would have given her the world if I could<br>To erase her pain I’d give my life I would </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some fights you just can’t win<br>She will no longer let me in<br>God knows how long has it been<br>Yes I took one too many on the chin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So looking back on yesteryear<br>It all seems now so very clear<br>On me she can always depend<br>For her I would do it all over again</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfred+Mellers">Wilfred Mellers</a><div class=q>
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Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Thursday, January 6,2011, @ 11: 33 AM

I just don’t know her any more
For my very heart and soul she tore
I thought that I would’ve been there to watch her grow older
I use to once carry her on m..."></div>
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