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At The End of The Day
by Glory Sasikala Franklin
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  At the end of the day

It wasn't the hour that mattered
      It was your being there.
It wasn't the drink that mattered
      It was the compatible silence.
It wasn't the view that mattered
      It was your hand in mine.
It wasn't the world that mattered
      It was your safety.
It wasn't the food that mattered
      It was your taste.
It wasn't the dress I wore that mattered
      It was that you liked it.
It wasn't the calls that mattered
      It was your voice.
It wasn't the distance that mattered
      It was your presence.
It wasn't the conversation that mattered
      It was that we spoke.
It wasn't the working out that mattered
      It was that we tried.
It wasn't the amount that mattered
      It was that you cared.
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September 13, 2012
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Comment mind blowing!

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09/13/2012 07:50 AM




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