<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Call Of The Whippoorwill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear the call of the whippoorwill<br>The calf it bawls in the field<br>The mare is soon to birth a foul<br>I can't help it, I miss you still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feed the geese that once loved you<br>And that hound from the field you found<br>The puppy stray you brought home and raised<br>I pet him while he's lying down</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honey come home...<br>Without you it's not any kind of home<br>Own my own, I'm so alone<br>Honey, please come home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hound and I we so try<br>Through the days we somehow get by<br>We think we can make it, then comes the night<br>The loneliness we must fight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whippoorwill as it calls from the field<br>Sometimes your name I hear it feels<br>I miss you so, I love you still<br>Honey, I always will</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honey come home...<br>Without you it's not any kind of home<br>Own my own, I'm so alone<br>Honey, please come home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whippoorwill and I we both try<br>I hear it call I hear it cry<br>Something is missing from both of our lives<br>Honey, I'm so empty inside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Honey come home...<br>Without you it's not any kind of home<br>Own my own, I'm so alone<br>Honey, please come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bill+Simmons">Bill Simmons</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547788" data-title="Call Of The Whippoorwill de Bill Simmons" data-description="I hear the call of the whippoorwill The calf it bawls in the field The mare is soon to birth a foul I can't help it, I miss you still I feed the geese that once loved you And that hound from the field you found The puppy stray you brought home an..."></div> </div> </div>

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