Running Away
R Ray Hansell
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She lays in bed fast asleep
Out the bedroom door I slowly creep
The floor boards squeak beneath my feet
I grab my shirts and my pants
Stuff them in a bag
I very slowly turn the door knob
As freedom I'm about to grab
Into the night I disappear
Never to be seen again
There's no use in going back
When love has come to an end
12-10-05/RjH
Submitted 3-15-14
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