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Broken

I sold our bed today
And the pillows that we shared.
Couldn't sleep in it anyway
Your scent still lingered there.

Sold the living room couch too
Where we sat so many nights.
Where I first kissed you
And, where we had our first fight.

I sold the kitchen table
Where we planned on achieving.
I was just no longer able
To sit there without grieving.

The telephone went too,
That had your voice on it.
It reminded me too much of you
And, how it was before we split.

I gave your cat to a little girl
That lives down the street.
The one with lots of curls
That lives by Uncle Pete.

I've done all I know to do
To make a brand new start.
I've just one question for you...
Who'll buy this broken heart?

Tim I. Brumley
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Born in Fort Worth Tx., June 17 of 57. High School Gladewater Tx., Class of 75. Four years active duty 1975-79, USAF spent in the far east, mainly Japan. Two years college at Tyler Jr. College, Tyler Tx. Three years working the oil fields of East Tx, 25 years in the heating and air industry. Presently retired and single. Divorced, and living alone for 9 years now, with three children, and two grand children. Living in Danielsville Georgia. Hobbies include music, antiques, poetry. more…

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